The human leans forward to look at me, struggling to keep his balance in the meantime. Feeling this was my time to shine, I suddenly twist my body and turn to look up at his face. I give my best creepy grin and stare right into his eyes as I whisper nonsense. “The purple cookie will shine soon…”

The human’s eyes grow wide, and his tongue uselessly flops around in his mouth as his ethanol-addled brain attempts to process the sentence made by his ‘hallucination’.