"Uh, right", was all Ollie could manage. He wasn't too covered in vomit, just a small portion of the left side of his body. A quick shower and it would come right out. Or off. Or whatever. "I'm going to bathe, you . . . stay there and sleep, I guess". Gee, I must've hit him too hard. Ollie removed his red shirt and hopped into the bath after the water had warmed and filled up. Ollie loved to take baths. They were so relaxing and the perfect way to call a day a day. While in the shower he reflected on his spar with Drago, inventing some new techniques for tomorrow's showcase. He'd need to pull out all the stops if he meant to impress the King. Failure did not sound like it would be fun for him.