“I think I’ve been drugged.”
Jack said it so matter of factly, Heather did not take him seriously.
“Sure Jack, someone slipped you a mickey at the bar.”
“No, I think I have been drugged. Unless you managed to dye your hair green … no wait … blue in the last couple minutes. And did you get a nose job? I don’t think that’s the same nose you had earlier.”
Heather turned and looked him in the eyes. Wildly dilated eyes. She took a step back and whistled.
“I think you’re right Jack. You almost have no irises. It’s pretty freaky looking.”
“Of course I don’t have any irises. I’m not a florist.”
“Oh man, you are so far gon…”
“That was a joke Heather. Though I do think I heard a tea kettle a second ago.”
“No, that was me whistling.”
“Ah, well, everything has gotten all colorful and dali-esque. It’s really …”
“Dali-esque?”
“You know, Salvador Dali. Melting clocks. Long-legged elephants in a caravan. Master of the Handlebar Mustache.”
“Ah. So things are melting?”
“What? No, no, of course not.”
“But you just said …”
“To explain ‘dali-esque’ … though now that you mention it, that orange elephant peeking around the corner looks a little melty.”
“I thought they were supposed to be pink.”
“Only if you’re drunk. I’ve been drugged.”
“I see.”
“Seriously, that elephant is like a melty, stalky, citrusy pachyderm.”
Heather turned toward the corner to which Jack was pointing and froze. There was an orange, slightly melted looking elephant standing on its hind legs and peeking at them from around the corner. As soon as she saw it, an exaggerated expression of shock spread over its face and it ducked around the corner. Heather could swear she felt the ground shake in a rhythm that she imagined an elephant running on its hind legs would make.
“Huh”, she said before she fainted.