Roach was prancing around the quarters with his arms out and giggling, what the hell was wrong with him? You walked over to stop him, holding his shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot and darting around everywhere.

"Hey! You stupid hamburger," He muttered, but he gazed at you, then fist-bumped your shoulder.

"You look like, uh, whats that thing, uh, hamster? You look hamster," He says with a proud grin on his face.

He was high.