The reaction was immediate, and ...the sort of thing a Benzi Rider would do. Throw things in your face. Still the writhing and highly irritated ribbon beast whipped at Cutty as it sucker punched him and then passed. The last coherent thought Cutty had was, 'This is what it was like to be Eden McGee' as his brain turned toward the nonsensical.

It was like someone had given him an elixir of Alice. And inviting little bottle that enticed one to 'drink me' and left the taker in a psychedelic haze. Never knowing what was real and what was concocted. Everything seemed much more vibrant, but also misshapen. Not unlike a funhouse. A funhouse...Is that where they were? He was dueling Benzi. In a funhouse. No. No, definitely not. It HAD to be the men's loo. There was garass here. Garass. Green, slippy-fnippy garass.

Feeling rather elated. Cutty held his hands out at the side of his face in a teasing gesture toward Benzi Rider. Or he meant to, but the motor skills were affected and all that happened was a rather large step to the left and a raspberry.