The town is being taken over by aliens. Or, maybe it’s just your high school, which is just as serious because that’s half of the goddamn town.

There were only a few teenagers your age who successfully evaded being overtook by an extraterrestrial host; Casey, Stokely, Stan, Delilah, MaryBeth—the new girl from Atlanta—and, of course, Zeke, whom owns the garage you are all currently in.

After a few minutes of everyone pointing the finger at each other, someone came to the ‘genius’ conclusion that everyone should take the drug Zeke concocts since it kills the aliens by dehydrating them.

For some strange and unknown reason, Zeke handed the first pen of Skat to you. Must be your lucky day.

Somewhere along the way, Stan grabbed Zeke’s gun and pointed it at the resident bad boy—trying to force him into taking the drug next.

Just as Zeke was about to take it, you burst out in uncontrollable giggles—high pitched and involuntary.

Stan immediately turned the gun on you, voice frantic. “The fuck is wrong with them?!”

Zeke scowled, not at all happy to see Stan’s reaction. When he spoke his tone was rough, aggressive.

“Nothing’s wrong, asshole. They’re tweakin’. Let ‘em fuckin’ tweak!”