The only way you're drinking 24 real beers is if I cut your fucking head off and funnel them down your throat. Let's get serious. You've had about three or four faggot cocktails, and now you're stumbling around with your wrists flailing around like your name was Ted Theodore Homo.
I'd use roofies, but only to incapacitate you so I could bludgeon you to death with your own extremities, you crusty sack of vaginal sludge.