"HoOOLLLY sHIIIT!!!" Trevor shakily wobbles to you. The only trustworthy person in his situation. "The fffuckin WEED vendor GAVE MEE SOMETHING!!" He slurs, his eyes terrified. "Shhiit was LACED WITH something... I'M SEEING CLOWNS!!!" He tries to show you the clowns. But they're in his head. "I fuckkin hhaaate clowns..." He mumbles, cringing. "So many... Too many... Weed ain't s'posed to do this.."