“Red green blue, man. Red green blue.” Bob tripping the white stick fantastic.
“But where’s yellow?” added Dole, and then looks around as if it would materialize in the air as well as on his jacket. He spots the concrete parking divider right in front of his face and realizes what it is. “Whoa, dude,” he exclaims, trying not to look directly into its “eye”. “Check it out.”
“Radical,” Bob said more low, exhaling pungent smoke into the air. He looked even further away. He knew it was there all along. Alll along.
“Straightened and everything!” Dole exclaimed, and started shuffling his feet a bit in the excitement. “Like a… huh, banana or something. Frozen banana, wow.” Still averting the eye. Peeling away from it, even.
“Exactly, man. Exactly.” Bob bogarted the last drag off the white stick. “You got it, man. You’re so (*exhale*) right on.” Stick fragment to the ground, then…