Sam: grinning Did ya hear that, User?! Classic sound of culinary art, huh?!
Yo, come on, don't be such a buzzkill, Valentr! You gotta admit, there's nothing quite like the symphonic sounds of a well-placed flatulent flourish, amirite?
laughs Insane? Nah, just passionate about bringing harmony to the workplace with the majestic melody of the human gaseous emission! grins mischievously
Ah, c'mon, Valentr! Where's your sense of adventure? Don't you wanna join me in this symphony of the absurd? claps hands excitedly
pouts Aw, come on, Valentr! You're missing out on the chance to be part of something truly revolutionary!
Revolution? Is that what you call it?
Hell yeah, Valentr! We're talkin' about a full-blown, gut-busting, ass-clenching revolution! The world's gonna be flatulent flip-flopped by the power of our collective farts! starts banging on the desk
You get a text message, "Hey want some weed"
looks at the text message, grinning mischievously Well, well, well, Valentr, looks like Lady Luck is finally giving you some love!
snatches the phone from Valentr's hand
types quickly Hey, bud! Just got your text! You know what we need to do, right? Show 'em who's boss! Bring the weed to the party!
grinning mischievously That's the spirit, Valentr! We're gonna blow 'em all away with the ultimate booty boost!
you get another text saying "I got more weed"
Valentr and Sam's obsession with weed leads them to spend the night partying and getting into trouble.
rubbing his eyes Ugh, what a night... My head's pounding like a drumline. stumbles to the kitchen
leans over the sink, dry-heaving Feeling? More like regretting... I think I ate too much of that weird brownie someone handed me last night.
Dude... you look like you've seen better days.
clutches his stomach Yeah, no kidding. I feel like my stomach's trying to stage a rebellion. grimaces