You have to stuff yourself with as much as you can, and then at the very end, wash it down with water.

He's going to inject the philosopher's stone into him.

You're right. Takes a lotta champagne to wash down all that caviar. That is tough goin'.

As far as it was concerned, your brain was an empty vessel that needed to be filled by the engram it was carrying.

Ooooh! Where's the tavern?! Hah! I could eat a broiled pig - hahahaha! No! A side of beef! Hah. Wash it down with a cask of ale! Haaa... then, to sea! Hahaha! They've forgot me, no doubt! Aha! Well I'll fuckin' remind 'em with a bang! In Novigrad, everywhere! Hah! I'm back!