Mark needs to separate them.

Mark realized he had to get old Jennifer back, which meant separating the moron twins. This wasn't going to be easy. He steeled himself to head back into the house.

Inside, Jen was still resting her head on Grink's massive chest as they both sprawled across the bed smoking. "This is really nice."

"Yeah," Grink said, running her hands lazily along Jen's arms. "it's nice." After several seconds, she spoke again. "Really nice."

Jen smiled at that. "You know who would like this?" As if on cue, Mark burst in and grabbed Grink by the arm.

"Alright, Jen, time to go." Over both of their protests he stormed out with Grink. Jen laid back and laughed lazily.

Outside, Grink was protesting ineffectually while Mark dragged her along. "We gotta get you somewhere safe so you can reset."

Grink ran a hand down his chest coyly. "Or we could look through my stash and have some fun."

It took Mark a second to process this. Shit, he had grabbed the wrong one! He marched the grinning woman back in.

Inside, Jen figured Mark would be back soon when he figured out he got the wrong girl. She was waiting for him. As he emerged through the door, she grabbed his head and blew a huge plunge of smoke in his face. He stumbled back with a cough. "Ugh, what was that?"

Jen sat back as reality started to warp for her. "Salvia, dude. A shitlumf. A big wuh." She looked around in shock then doubled over with peals of laughter.

Mark only had a moment of realization - salvia is one of the most potent deliriants in the planet - before the universe inverted for him, too. In a voice that was already pitched up, he replied in gibberish. "It wasn't the thuh."

Grink looked back and forth between them, smiling placidly. The guy was turning into a hot girl so fast. She looked almost exactly like Jen by now. She was laughing hard enough to bring tears to her tired eyes when she stumbled. Grink jumped up and wobbled over to try to help her steady herself. She looked at Grink in bewilderment, then gestured clumsily to herself. "It's not though!"

Grink had done enough salvia to help them through this. She gently lowered Mark to the ground next to Jen, who stared at her uncomprehendingly. The two reached out and touched one another's hands. They were trying to communicate but it wasn't working.

As the salvia slowly started to wear off, Mark turned to Jen. "Was that it was like?" she asked. "Isn't it?" Jen replied. Grink laughed at their malfunctioning brains trying to recover.

After a few more minutes of similar exchanges, Mark struggled to her feet and looked down. "God damn," she said finally. "I'm hot as hell." Jen just lay on the ground giggling at her.