She beats him to the punch.

All of a sudden D realized what her problem was. She was putting too much shit on poor Brad. Just because she couldn't handle her edibles? She wanted to tell him to modify her, but that wasn't his responsibility, was it?

"What are you doing?" he slow-asked, and she looked down and opened the purse.

She inferred inferred inferred that were facing up such that she inferred the new things, which she plucked out and put upon the floor, she was still so fucking high. And then Brad was next to her again, and she smiled. Good old Brad, he was such a good fun. Her eyes focused and she looked and he was talking and he was snapping and she blinked and

"Fine," she said and batted his hand away. "I'm fine. Go'way."

"Don't you want to know what modifiers you saw?"

D was so fucking high. "Yes! No. I don't remember. Fuck, dude, I am really high. Do you really like me when I'm like this?"

"You're adorable when you're bombed out of your gourd," he said "It's good to see you so relaxed and carefree." Suddenly he paused flipping through the scripts and swore under his breath. D knew that meant something bad.

She started to clumsily massage him and giggled. "I'm so sorry, I think I got a little too stoned," she said, drawing out the vowels just a touch. "But what about those scripts?" D was proud that she remembered that.

She started to look down but felt a **** holding her head up. It was Brad! What a cool dude, she thought as she sagged, letting his strong arms support her head.

"Well, I figured out the scripts you got. Looks like you got three: True Believer, which means you've lost the concept of ".

There was in the blank in the words. "What?" she asked.

"" he said. "You know, ".

D was almost certain that Brad was the one who was acting crazy. Like 95%. "You're not even saying words to me right now. Are you fucking with me because I'm stoned?"

"You can't even hear the words, huh?" Brad said. "It means you think everything you hear is true."

She looked at him blankly and swayed. "Dude, listen to yourself. You're acting like... like not everything I hear is true."

"It's not," Brad couldn't have said so he didn't, he was silent. She stared at him, waiting for a response. He sighed and put his hand to his forehead. "Uh, I don't know, let's say that if I don't immediately lick you nipple every time I feel the urge to, we'll both go into comas.

"Oh, shit," she said. "I didn't even know golems could go into comas! Do you... do you feel like it now?"

He eyed her magnificent orbs and licked his lips. "I suppose I could be talked into it."