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[MacHeadCase]

The hounds started tapdancing on the porch, chanting: "Let him have it in the teef! Let him have it in the teef! C' mon!"

 

[ToddG]

As soon as I heard the dogs singing, I realized I probably shouldn't have had so many Labatts with breakfast.

 

[MacHeadCase]

Well what the heck, I said to my other self, I'll burp my way to heaven.

 

[ToddG]

The last thing I remember seeing before I passed out was my other self in the mirror, spitting up all over his shirt.

 

[MacHeadCase]

My other self got away from the mirror and went to a window where he could hear loud and strange clamour: on all the neighbourhood rooftops, there were developers, developers, developers, developers, developers, developers, developers, everywhere the eyes looked.

 

[ToddG]

Obviously, someone had been lacing my Labatts with LSD.

 

[MacHeadCase]

OMG I knew I was possessed with Hunter S. Thompson's spirit...

 

[NanoBite]

That revelation was followed by a gut-wrenching feeling as I realised that the L.S.D laced Labatt coming straight at me, had Stevo's name on it...

 

[ToddG]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

 

[MacHeadCase]

*Swish*

I snapped out of my reverie just in time: Balmer's fist missed His Steveness' chin and was coming straight at me.

 

[NanoBite]

The L.S.D laced Labatt had hit me fair square in the shnozzle, causing me to tip backwards and to fall over the crouching figure of Bill Gates, who I might add was larfin' his ar*e off!

 

[MacHeadCase]

I was getting input from two selves at the same time and my brain was cooking and smoking from it all: that and Bill's face sobered me up a heckuva lot.

 

[NanoBite]

It was at that point I decided that the "gloves were off" !

 

[MacHeadCase]

Yessir I was going to find out who had had the gall to lace my Labatt with trippy tablets.

 

[ToddG]

It's my own fault, really. Canadian beer sucks.

 

[MacHeadCase]

Well no wonder I had been feeling under the weather lately, I usually drink only some Rousse Bitter but at least it wasn't American beer... *Phew*

 

[ToddG]

Is that my armpit that smells like rotten sardines?

 

[NanoBite]

Oops, the LSD must be taking effect, 'cos ole Billy had taken on the form of a can of Rousse Bitter, while Stevo was now a giant Budweiser (don't even bother if this isn't american beer) and both were frothing at the proverbial bits...!

 

[MacHeadCase]

And the hallucinogenic wasn't respecting the real world either: Rousse Bitter never comes in cans, only glass 500ml bottles.

 

[ToddG]

But then I thought to myself: what is the Matrix? What is real? What if what we think Rousse Bitter tastes like, tastes like oatmeal?