Jesus please calm yourselves!! This'll be the final one because I don't have anymore ideas for more parts of Margarita Bill >.< But I thank you for enjoying this!! /)///(\

No. No. This really couldn't be happening. Is Bill serious? Are you kidding me right now? Please! Tell me you're kidding, RIGHT?

"BILL! NOT ONLY DID YOU DRINK 13 MORE MARGARITAS, BUT YOU HAD TO POSSESS MY BODY AGAIN?"

Bill shoved 'his' hand into the drawer and grabbed a handful of forks. He nestled down on the kitchen tiles and hiccuped. The possessed adult brunette body was in good shape; for now.

He started jabbing forks into his arm, not seeming to feel any pain. "Hey...why isn't this hiccup hurting me?"

"BECAUSE YOU DRANK EVEN MORE ALCOHOL TO THE POINT OF NUMBNESS YOU CREEP." Dipper drifted behind him, running his ghostly hands through his hair in panic. The more blood he saw drawing out the more freaked out he became. One by one forks were jabbed persistently into his body's flesh.

Bill gagged a little, feeling drowsy. He wobbled to his feet, using the kitchen counter and a nearby chair for support. He grabbed the forks and started playing darts with them. He tossed them out the window with wiggly noodle arms. "Boy...where are my bones when you hiccup need them?"

"I HAVE BONES, BILL," Dipper yelled, frustrated. His ghostly appearance flew in front of Bill while he stretched his arms, trying to grab Bill by the neck of his body's shirt. However his hands only phased right through them.

"Try to posses something," Bill said, finally making sense. "Andthenwe'llbe best friends!" His words slurred with his lips curling at the end. He waddled his way to the fridge and took out a bag filled with soda. He took them out one by one and stacked them on his forehead. He stabbed the forks into each can, stretching his arms to the highest can. Soda gushed out, spurting down like a water fountain.

"NO, BILL!" Dipper growled, agitated. He bore his jaws and flew outside, swishing his head back and forth in search of a body to possess. At least, for a little while. He aimed down, targeting a wandering deer. His body sheathed right in, suddenly feeling in control of the deer's body. At least this is better than using a gnomes body. He galloped back to the shack, crashing through the door. He spotted Bill laughing drowsily, showering the room with a bag filled with small pricks of pines.

"STOP," Dipper yelled, stamping his deer hoof against the wooden floor. His foot smashed right through, his leg stuck in the small hole he made. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Dipper struggled to wiggle the deer leg free.

Bill walked over, laughing again. "Poor deer! Hear!" He took out a knife from his pocket. "I'll give you a swift surgery to set you free!"

"No, Wait!" Dipper screamed in pain, fainting immediately as the swipe of pain that stung the deer's leg.

. . .

Bill ran his hands through Dipper's hair, smiling a little creepily. "Sorry, Pine tree..." He kissed the birthmark that was hidden by a few locks of brown hair. He was back in his body, acting a little creepy and weird after the drunk experience.

Dipper moaned in pain, grumbling. His right arm was in a bundle of bandages that wrapped a missing part at the wrist. His hand was currently gone. He slapped Bill with his left, remaining hand and sat up, drawing his head down. They sat there together on a bed in silence until Bill heard light sobbing. He turned his head to Dipper and gently grabbed his cheeks, lifting his face up. He frowned at the dreadful crying face in front of him.

"Bill...I..." Dipper removed Bill's hands and glared sadly at him. "I hate you..."

Bill's heart skipped a beat, and then a couple more. He frowned a little, his eyes shifting to look everywhere except the upset adult in front of him. He nervously moved his hands from place to place, suddenly gripping the sheets. He choked a little one some words and started smiling nervously.

Dipper looked grimly at him, giving him a more withering look. He suddenly grabbed the dream demon's arm and pulled himself close to him, kissing him hard.

Bill widened his eye a little, kissing right back with easing shoulders. He slid a hand on Dipper's lower back, and another one on his cheek. He pulled away slowly and touched his forehead against his.

"I'm sorry...little tree..."