Don't ask me what possessed me to write this. Even I ain't sure, but it makes a memorable tenth chapter.
"Go fish," giggled the ginger woman, who was currently stoned to high heaven.
Joe, who was playing strip poker with Sora while being equally high, laughed at that. "Sora," he lectured gravely, "we are playing strip poker, not go fiddlestickipoops."
Sora inclined her head, looking at Joe as though he had just fallen through the ceiling. She then tossed her cards into the air, and watched them fall like a majestic eagle that had gotten hit by a lump of coal from Santa while flying over the pacific ocean.
Unable to dull the smirk growing on his face, Joe began humming the theme tune to Star Wars.
Biyomon and Gomamon sat atop the dinner table. Both were both amused and bemused by their stoned partners.
"I think I've lost all my remaining respect for the human race," deadpanned the seal.
"You make this show sound like a bad thing," wisecracked the pink-plumaged avian.
"Jooeeee," Sora dragged the word out while she picked her cards back up. "I can see all of time and time and space now. Every part of the universe, every moment in history. I'm omnipotent! Soon, I will become a multidimensional time paradox that recontextualises the game of tennis such that I'll have a metaphysical penis, and then I will finish this card game played with cards and warhammers with you, Joe. Joe. Joemon."
"Cool," Joe laughed.
Sora laid down, focusing with all her might and will-power on her boyfriend. "Wanna have a threesome with the table? Just the three of Biyomon and Gomamon and the table and your wallet."
"Settle down, buttmunch," Joe reprimanded.
The pair of Rookies exchanged looks that silently confirmed that they were thinking the same.
The first thing that they agreed on was that their humans were unfathomably intoxicated on marijuana, so much so that their respective sense of reason had been broken.
The second was that they needed to leave before they actually got entangled in the stoned madness of their humans.