Well, the five of us were just sitting around, and The Zebra was freaking out. His head was rotting and it was about to fall off. He started vomiting all over the place. Dorothy was clubbing baby seals mercilessly with her cane of German fury. The Canadian was mad because one day he had hallucinated and seen a man driving in his car with penguins in the backseat. Apparently the man winked at him. The Canadian was incredible disturbed by this, and even though I persistantly told him, "Don't analyze it", he would look at me and say "Like the creeper, Samurai? Like the creeper?".The Cowboy ran in, with dead babies strapped to his boots, "Head for the hills the hippes are are afoot", he bellowed. The Contemplator was fed up, he pulled out a chainsaw and started killing hippies, he got to 50 and got worn out. We all went out for lunch, and picked of a carton of beef jerky to use for science, because aparently Beef Jerky is the food of science.
