For her, at least.

"Penny?" Matt asked.

"Yeah?" she replied after a second.

"How do you think old you would have felt about how you are right now?"

She continued to stare placidly at the ceiling. After a moment she replied. "Good."

He sat up and looked at her. Hey eyes shifted to him but remained unfocused.

"I mean before the anesthetic. Before any of the ****, how would you have felt about becoming this subhuman lump of shit?"

Penny's brow furrowed. She thought for a second, then let out a long belch followed by a giggle. "I dunno."

He put an arm around her and propped her up against the headrest in a sitting position. She wasn't limp, but she offered no resistance to his physical manipulation. She smiled at nothing and waited for his next question.

"Penny, can you try to be lucid for me? For just a second?"

She closed her eyes and hummed tunelessly. When she opened them again, they had a tiny hint of the spark that the booster had extinguished.

"Whoa, that's... that's crazy. Babe, it's taking a lot of concentration to stay like this. What was the question?"

"How would old, pre-anesthetic Penny have felt about your current state?"

She grinned cheerfully. "Oh, she'd rather be dead. But you knew that, why are you asking me?"

"I wanted to hear it from your mouth," Matt replied.

"Well, you got it," said the already-fading Penny. "I woulda been real sad."

Penny was oblivious to the spite in Matt's chuckle. She laughed too, glad that he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Like picking mushrooms..." she slurred.

"What?"

"When I was thinking normal, I thought it's just like picking mushrooms in the woods. I wanted to tell you."

Intrigued, Matt learned forward. He put a hand on her right breast and slowly circled the nipple with his thumb while he listened. She moaned with languid, passive arousal and he prompted her to continue.

"You know how you gotta be, like, real careful when you're picking mushrooms? Because they don't always look bad or taste bad if they're bad. You gotta pay, uhhhhh... you gotta pay real close attention and work really hard to make sure you're not eating a bad one."

Matt nodded. He had a good guess where this was headed but wanted to hear airheaded Penny try to describe it.

"Everything's like a mushroom now. Like whether you give me a dollar or you, ummmmm... You do a bad thing."

"Squeeze your bruised tit really hard?" he asked as he did just that. She didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah! That's bad, right? But I don't know anymore. If I wanna be like old me I've gotta think real hard about everything to figure out how I should think about it. It's easier to just let it all go..."

She drifted off into a peaceful haze, looking at him with adoration. He sat next to her. "So if I told you to eat dog shit?"

She blew a lazy raspberry and laughed. "That's probably bad?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause you asked about it and you seem like you want me to do bad stuff. Do you want me to eat some shit?"

"No, no," Matt hastily replied. "What if I brought you a big bowl of ice cream and told you to eat it?"

She thought for a second. "Yeah, I'd eat it. Why is that one bad?"

"You tell me," he said as he put his hand on her arm and guided it to his lap. Penny was silent as Matt unzipped his shorts to allow his tumescent cock to spring free. He wrapped her hand around and it stayed there. She was still staring thoughtfully at nothing, smiling broadly.

"Pen?" he prompted.

"Hmm?" she asked distractedly. "Oh yeah. Uh, what was the question?"

"Why would it be bad for you to eat ice cream?" Matt asked as he gently began to move her hand up and down.

"Hmmm.... I don't know," she said slowly. "It's not, like, poison, right? Is it because it'll make me fat?"

At this point she was pumping his shaft independently so he let go of her hand. She continued to think aloud, oblivious to the fact that she was jerking him off.

"Wait, one bowl won't make me fat. And I always liked ice cream, even before. So is it rude or mean or something?"

"Almost there," Matt grunted.

"I guess, ummm... I give up?"

As Penny finished her sentence, Matt quickly grabbed his cock and pointed it at her face. Her dimwitted smile never faltered as his semen splashed across her forehead. She ran a finger through it and examined it nonchalantly.

"Huh. You came on my face."