"Here! Drink this!" Mushu tells her, handling her a bottle.
"What is it?" she groaned. The only thing she could make out about it was that it was some kind of liquid.
"It's the hair of the dog: Just the thing for hangovers!" the little dragon assured her.
"Hair? From a dog?" The idea made her want to barf again.
"You won't taste it. It's disolved in alcohol," Mushu chuckled at his joke. At a chirping from the frowning cricket, he said, "Oh, are you an expert, Cri-kee? How do you know there isn't? Chinee medicine does all kinds of funky stuff."
"I don't want any more booze," she whined.
"Come on, drink up! It'll put hair on your chest."
"Dog hair??" Cajoaled by her guardian spirit, Mulan took a long swig. "Bah! Just what a girl wants, hair on her chest."
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