Solidly dispensed emerald fauna
"Dave, you can't eat catnip." Declared Ryan.
"Of course you can, it's a mint." Countered Dave
Mint.
This cat's behaving peculiarly
Blud, you got any of that 'catnip'?
Keep it down man.
This was getting out of hand, the place was a fucking mess, the living room was full of strangers and all of them were off their heads.
"What am I supposed to do?"
An unfamiliar face was pressed up against the window, looking inwards and miming "I'll come round the back", this was too much.
Don't look down, you'll lose your mind.
THIS CATNIP IS FUCKING INTENSE
"I'm sick of all these fucking racists!" Shouted Tinsley, knocking over a stack of CD's as he threw himself onto the sofa.
"They're just ignorant man, don't worry about it." Responded Ralph.
The two of them sat for a while in silence before the surmounting tension broke and Tinsley started up again.
"Who the fuck do they think they are? Who the fuck do the think I am?"
"I don't know mate."
"They treat me like a fucking spastic."
Ralph decided not to reply and quiet briefly descended over the pair once again. Tinsley sighed as the silence slowly diffused his mood.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Nah, thanks. Did you tidy up?"
"Yeah a little bit. Did you want something else?"
"You got any mint?"
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