dustin, aka peanut butter jelly whatever else has signed off of general reality in the split second decision made under water pressure falling from above.
Pursuaded earlier in the night by a drunk alley cat, who walked with a slight limp on his right leg and that smelled strongly of a night of rum and worries; he had found himself with much more than he could contend with. Sitting across from the soaked alley cat dustin pulled forth three cups of flour and a class of milk. He placed it on the forhead of the cat, making low gurgling sounds in the back of his throat.
cat: would you like cream and sugar with that missour?
dustin: no i drink it black
cat: how about four leters of cows blood?
dustin: just put it in the back with the rest.
jesus i am the messiah.
dustin and cat: say whaaaaa>??