"I am sure you are wondering why you are here, B.O. If you are not, then you should be; it is not often that you are approached by a beautiful woman, or any woman, is it B.O"
Tommy looked uncomfortable as he shuffled about in his chair, as Morphine shook out two pills from a little tub and placed them on the table.
"I am sure you are feeling like Mr. Bean at the moment"
"What"
"Always seeming to be getting into strange situations that lead to even stranger things"
"Yeah I guess"
"Well it's gonna get a hell of a lot stranger dude" said the guy in the black leather who had driven the Mini.
"8-pack, zip it. Get to work on the connection"
"Already on it, man," said the guy in the black leather who was known as 8-pack. Tommy looked at his black dreadlocks that went halfway down his back (Must provide a comfy cushion thought Tommy) and the cigarette that was nearly falling out of his lips.
"B.O., what you have hear are two choices. This pill," Morphine pointed at the blue pill "will give you an insatiable sex drive, and girls will be attracted to you, while the red pill" he pointed to the red pill "will show you just how far this trouble will take you"
Tommy looked at this black guy with the satellite-dish Afro and the glasses that were off the chart in the dodgy scale, asked, "What is the blue pill"
"Viagra"
"And the red?"
"Cherry Drop"
Tommy considered this option for a second. What he said was "Well, I like Cherry Drops." While in his head was "Well, I do want to have an insatiable sex drive, I mean who doesn't, but then if I don't take the Cherry Drop I might not be able to see Infinity again, and if I can't have an insatiable sex drive with her as my partner, then what is the point at all? Take the Cherry Drop."
Tommy took the Cherry Drop, and as he did, he noticed the mini-television screen wave a bit. "Strange," Tommy thought, looking at his watch, "it isn't time for EastEnders yet." He went up to the screen and touched it. A little bit of the Queen Vic. pub peeled off onto his finger.
"Far out, ain't it dude!" drawled 8-pack from the back of the room, as Tommy started to put the rest of his hand inside the television screen, then suddenly, the whole of the Queen Vic, and the entire Slater family started working their way up his body.
"8-pack, we got a signal from Base yet?" asked Morphine, seemingly oblivious that Tommy was being swallowed by weird goo coming from the television.
"Not yet." 8-pack didn't seem to be trying hard, rolling another cigarette and putting it behind his ear.
The television screen was now going down Tommy's mouth and before he blacked out, he heard 8-pack shout "BINGO"
"You got a signal?" asked Morphine, looking a bit worried.
"No, I got Bingo." 8-pack pointed to the screen at a flashing pop-up saying "eightpack FULL HOUSE!"
"Oh-got a signal now." Said 8-pack after taking a very long drag in celebration of his winning.