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- grayhood
whos got them, lets here them, the dirtier the better.
- paulrand0
Marwood: Shup up will you, you're giving me the fear! Give us a downer Danny, I've gone and fucked my brain.
Danny: Sit down man, take control. You have a rush. It will pass.
Marwood: Aren't you getting absurdly high?
Danny: Precisely the reason I'm smoking it.
Withnail: I couldn't I'm spaced.
Danny: Not as spaced as you rodents.
Marwood: Don't talk about them.
Danny: I expect they're talking to each other.
Marwood: Talking to each other? What do you mean?
Danny: I've dealt with them. Given 'em all drugged onion.
Marwood: Why've you drugged their onions!?
Danny: Sit down man, find your neutral space. You have done something to your brain. You have made it high. If I lay 10 mills of diazipan on you, you will do something else to your brain, you will make it low. Why trust one drug rather than the other. That politics ain't it.
Marwood: I'm going to eat some sugar.
Danny: I recommend you smoke some more grass.
Marwood: No way, no fucking way.
Danny: That is an unfortunate political decission.
Withnail: What are you talking about Danny?
Danny: If you are holding onto a rising balloon you are presented with a difficult political decission - let go while you've still got the chance or hold onto the rope and continue getting higher. That's politics man. We are at the end of an age. The greatest decade in the history of mankind is nearly over. They're selling hippy wigs in wolworths. It is 91 days to the end of the decade and as presuming ed here has so consistently pointed out, we have failed to paint it black.
Marwood: Right, I'm off now.
- Bluejam0
perfumed pounce.