Hey Mallory, what’s this funny plant in your garden?
Oh… zat’s Jimson weed. I grow it for… my mind.
What does it do?
It makes your skin ripple and your eyes lie. I mean… I’m only kidding. Um, it’s for… cooking?
You mean like basil or thyme or mint?
Um… sure. But it tastes awful. You should never eat it. She warns you by smelling terrible.
So why would you cook with it?
Uh, it’s used for making bad food. Like nasty old porridge or… ugh, so gross…
A disgusting pile of tofus.
Hey Carl, here’s your burger.
Whoa! Thanks Toast! I’m gonna down it in a flash.
Ha ha! I pranked ya! Does that burger taste like trash, or what?
No, man. It’s wicked delicious!
But… but I made it with Mallory’s nasty herbs!
Whatever you put in it tastes great! Make me another one, exactly the same, guy!
Four burgers later…
What the hell is going on? My whole body feels like a mouth that’s been lubricated after a yawn.
This isn’t right… colours aren’t supposed to whisper.
…the sunshine is so ticklish…
…music is nothing without time…
…can ghosts get drunk I hope so…
Why do my ideas taste like strawberry milk? Maybe that cat behind me can explain what’s happening.
Did I get…