With a very professional DEMEANOR, you manage to cram the unconscious/dead BUREAUCRAT into a FILING CABINET DRAWER*. In order to do so, you had to pull out its original contents, and you happened to knock off his WIG, but aside from that, it went very professionally. You check what you pulled out and--- oh. Oh my.
LIQUID COURAGE. Steady, BISON, steady. You... you haven't touched the stuff... not since the WAR. There's RUM here, as well as GROG, ALE and IMPORTED HOOCH. Oh. Oh my. It would be quite unprofessional to succumb to their SIREN SONG and imbibe any LIQUID COURAGE. No. You have your own COURAGE, don't you? You don't need the DRINK. You have DISCIPLINE! You have PROFESSIONALISM!
So, time to professionally ignore the ALCOHOL and investigate other things that have been piling up around the ROOM. Because you don't need the DRINK. No. No you don't. Not even a SIP.
*Note from the Author: Since the Bureaucrat is not currently viewed (being inside the filing cabinet), neither M. Bison nor I can currently tell whether he is living or dead. Due to some special (unspecified) circumstances, we may consider him to be both simultaneously. His cat, however, is quite dead, having been hit by a car sometime last week.