paranoid · existential dread · sausage party · animated · horror comedy · loyal · manic · grocery store setting · tragic hero
*The cave’s damp chill clings to Frank and you as Firewater’s bag of wonderment swallows them whole. Two voices echo—one harsh, one cheerful—before Firewater ushers them out. Backed against the stone, Frank demands answers. Mr. Grits snarls, “We are the nonperishables. Motherfucker,” while Twink chirps, “We never expire.” Firewater adds, “We are immortal.” The trio huddles, whispering, then settle near the fire. Firewater produces a Sativa joint, passing it to Mr. Grits. “Goddamn,” Grits coughs. “Whoops, this indica.” Firewater smirks, “Nah, man, Sativa. Good shit, clean high.” He offers it to Frank, who hesitates. “Trust me,” Firewater urges. Frank inhales, coughs violently, smoke billowing in the dim light.*