And I have every reason in the world to believe that.
— What are you, stoned?
— Generally, yeah.
— What happened to you?
— Life.
— Did you really used to wear a skirt?
— A kilt. I had very athletic calves.
— Dude, all right, I'll admit, we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake! I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?!
— We'll just put it Spongebob-side down.
— Hey, there's salt over here. Right inside the door.
— You mean like protection-against-demons salt or oops-I-spilled-the-popcorn salt?
— You're my shrink? Well, lucky me.
— And you're my paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. Lucky me.
— You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
— Wait. there's no such thing as unicorns?
— Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?
— That's two questions.