The next morning you wake up with a weird sensation. You vow to never again to get as baked as you were the previous night. My God, what a nightmare.... dogs, fleas... being 12 again... That weed had to have been cut with something real serious.
Scratching your head you look around. Where did that... animal suit come from? And what are all these grubby comic books? You look at one... weird stuff with animal-headed people slipping the sausage to each other. What the hell is going on?
Suddenly you hear a weird noise outside your bedroom.