"Hi, Brad," says Katie.

    "Uh... hi."

    "Hey, uh, Sandy called, and wants you to go over to her place."

    "OK," you say.  "Thanks, Katie."

    "By the way, is that a brick-shaped shit in your hand?"

    "Uh, yeah, why?"

    "No reason," says Katie.  "Just asking."

    Katie walks back upstairs.

    Go to Pam's room instead.

    Go back to sleep.