Nathan: hoyl shit my face is numb
Nathan: i didnt feel that at all
Poncho: where are you on the slap scale
Nathan: umm
Poncho: like how many slaps of increasing force does it take for you to feel it
Nathan: let me see
Nathan: 4
Nathan: do i need another shot
Poncho: reach 7
Poncho: then you’re done
Poncho: 7 slaps is done

time passes

Nathan: dude
Nathan: should i take another shotttt
Poncho: where are you on the slap scale
Nathan: over 10
Poncho: no more, then
Nathan: hmm
Nathan: ok dude
Nathan: i wish i had
Nathan: a
Nathan: a flying cat

time passes

Nathan: shot 6
Nathan: fgggggggggggggggggg
Nathan: slime aliens and fuckin robots fucking matadors in spain with big taxis
Nathan: i am so
Poncho: drunk?
Nathan: btw
Nathan: shot 5
Poncho: …you just said shot 6 a minute ago