So I had a weird dream about you last night...
I met you in the convenience store down the street from my house and you were really sick. You had this disease where it made ur skin on ur legs and stomach turn black. You came there to the gas station/store to get ur hair cut into a mohawk and your eyebrow pierced because you were determined to live your life to the fullest no matter what disease you had.
I was talking to you, but then you reminded me that every 15 minutes or so, you had to either have water dumped on you or be submerged under water for like 5 seconds. This had something to do with your skin. So I all of a sudden I magically had a bucket of water in my hands, and I dumped it on you for you there in the store.
Then we spoke to the lady behind the counter (she was the hairdresser) and told her what you wanted. But both the lady and I decided that a fohawk would look way cuter on you. So she began chopping your long beautiful brown hair off into the likes of a fohawk. And honestly... you looked cute after it was done. You were happy with it.
Then we had a huge tub of water in the store, which also magically appeared, that I dunked you in for 5 seconds. While you were under the water, your shirt lifted a little so I could see your belly button, and it was HUGE because there was the top of a soda can wedged in it... sort of like, plugging it up for some reason.
Then this man came in the convenience store and began shooting the place up! In the midst of all the chaos, he planted the gun in the back of one of the men's shirt's that he shot. I guess we were supposed to believe that the dead guy, who was shot, did all the shooting, then shot himself and put the gun in the back of his shirt.
So the police came and the survivors (including us) proceeded to play a real life game of clue to find the real killer.
Then suddenly it was night and everyone was gone and I was all alone in the dark store... so I left. Then I woke up.
Told you it was weird...