Oh, Zack, you flatterer, (jonas laughs quietly despite intending the comment to sound wry. oh well.) Remember you said all this when I show up one day looking like a rat.

(his vision begins to swirl and his eyes drop to stare into the whiskey. now, that's a bit stranger when he's been staggering his beverages out all night. then he recalls drinking tea earlier that made him so high he was waddling through the festival.

jesus christ.)

Man, I think there's something in this. Like, I feel weird. It's not crazy or anything, I just feel... (huh.) Uh, kind of good, actually. Like, I'm high or something. Are you getting any of that?