Jason Hutchinson was born on September 27th in Brooklyn, New York.
He was a round baby who soon grew into a wiry child.
By age six he was addicted to sugar and showing signs of sociopathic tendencies.
A toothache led him to discover the wonder of painkillers.
By high school he became the local drug dealer, until he went off the deep end and joined
a lounge act out of Vegas.
They say I have the problem.
They're the ones with the problem.
They're the ones.
I'll start some sneaking.
A few drinks.
You see, you know you're hanging over a fence with your pants around your ankles.
They're degenerates.
I mean, if he would only listen to himself, you know, I mean, he doesn't even realize
how much his life has changed.
I mean, this guy, he is not the same person who I was dating.
I mean, he certainly doesn't last the way he used to.
I'll tell you that.
You know how much I'm losing because of people like him?
How can I run a business with irresponsible people like Jason Unchison in this world?
The man's a traitor.
He has betrayed all of me and all of his friends with his poor life choices.
I can no longer depend on him as my friend.
Jason will never be my maid if this keeps up.
He should be forced to empty the captain's piss bucket for his treachery.
What?
Is my mouth moving?
Mr. Hutchinson should not engage in such risk-prone behavior.
It has physical consequences and ramifications on his social relationships as well.
I hope we can get through to him today.
Jason runs the risk of doing serious harm to himself if he continues on this track.
The body simply cannot metabolize these drastic changes in drug consumption.
Oh, hey, wait, does he even know we're going through with this?
He's gonna be pissed when he finds out.
Fuck him.
We gotta do something about this, this ain't no good.
This isn't a good time.
No.
You know why he said he'd be late?
He's at the gym now!
Oh, man.
Please.
That sure is quite an armada of goodies, that is.
What the fuck is up with that pirate shit?
I don't know.
I'll be fucked if I'm gonna say anything directly to Jason after the way he's treated us.
I didn't even want to go through with this thing in the first place.
Let's let cooler heads prevail, gentlemen, shall we?
This is about Jason.
Exactly.
The point of this meeting is to show Jason how his choices affect others.
Poor Jimmy.
He has trouble confronting people, so I told him he could use a bit of a prop to express himself.
This is indeed a delicate affair, and it requires a perfect balance.
Some people just don't have the stomach for it.
Are you sure you guys are professionals?
Yes, and as a professional, I think we should catch a little bit of a buzz before Jason gets here.
Things always run a little smoother that way.
What the fuck is he?
It's good, so you can't depend on him no more.
Yo-ho-ho, in a bottle of rum.
Better get here soon, for the drugs are done.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
What's going on here?
What are you guys doing here?
This is an outer invention.
A what?
Well, not exactly.
Technically, an outer invention is to help gay men come out of the closet.
Maybe it's more like, uh, inside outer invention.
And what is that supposed to be?
You just ain't partying hard enough, me hardy.
And why are you talking to a pirate?
Now, now, never mind the pirate.
It's time you face some serious issues regarding your drug problem.
Jason, whatever you call it, we're worried about you.
Can't we just talk about this?
You got so much party to lefting you, me.
Righty-o, you can't give up now, mate.
Get your nose around the lawn of the Admiral Whitey.
And would you please stop talking through that pirate's arc?
Jason, you don't understand the social ramifications of your drug issues.
Poor drug-addled Jimmy.
He's nothing without you as a party pal.
Come on, Jason. What's a little lying gonna hurt?
Remember how long you used to last on this?
Jason, you don't realize how much your choices affect the people who care about you.
Do you know how much my revenues have dropped since you laid off the drugs?
And who the fuck is that guy?
It's a bleeding stowaway!
I just heard you were having a party as I came around.
Just what the hell is you doing in here anyway?
You have any more of that acid?
You can't stay aboard this ship, matey.
Get him the hell out of here before he takes any more of our drugs.
That's great. Let a perfect stranger into my house.
He's gonna be tripping for the next two weeks. What the fuck?
Come on, dude, you're tight. Have a beer. Come on, relax.
Yeah, one beer can't hurt. You used to drink him by the toilet pack back in the days.
All right. One. Then you asked me to clean the fuck out of here.
Aye-aye, Captain Bly!
Jason, Jason, welcome back, matey.
Fuck off, pals. One beer.
It sure will be good to have my old party pal back.
If Jason hadn't taken that beer, I would have had him killed whole.
No more of this limp dick shit for good ol' Mary.
Soon he will be my number one customer again.
A little bit of marijuana goes a long way.
That one beer will be sufficient to cause a physiological and biophysical reaction
in his body that will pave the way for harder drugs.
These fucking assholes, they think if I have one beer, I'm gonna fall back and do that trap.
I'm just having to get rid of their asses. Fucking jerks off.
See? This is how a real man talks.
Get that line, dude.
You talk to my left hand, Chinese.
Get the fuck out of here.
I was tired of buying all the snacks.
Well, wait. It's still early.
And we almost out of drugs.
Don't worry. I got a guy.
Yeah, man.
You better have a go.
Oh, man.
Hey, Joe.
This is cool. What's going on here?
Oh, yeah!
All right!
You're holding that.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
All right, guys. What's going on here?
What'd you put in my beer? It feels like there's acid in here.
It's for your own good, matey.
Come on. It's not like you haven't tripped before.
Are you assholes?
Dude, come on. I only put two tats in that beer.
Remember all the drugs we used to do following the dead?
That was way more shit.
It has been psychologically proven that fighting an acid trip
is simply a no-win situation.
Let me check your vital signs.
Get the fuck out of here.
I can't take this shit anymore.
You fucking shit.
Should we go after him?
Shit. There's a hell of a lot of drugs over here.
Right. Right.
Want to do some H?
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I'm here in your old time
Please
And try and call me
What the fuck dude? You've been in here over an hour
Get out!
Oh, where's the pirate at?
What pirate? What are you talking about?
You're gone!
Get, get, come here!
There he is
Oh man
You looking white
Why are you looking unusual?
What the fuck happened?
Oh dude
You just can't party the way you used to
Chill out
Have another line
Aye aye Captain Glyde
What the fuck?
He'll be back to party all the harder
What the fuck?
He'll be back to party all the harder
All the harder
Our, our invention turned out to be a real success
That's true
That man will be reindeer that is furrowing catnip
I can get kitchen appliances that I can purchase with the proceeds
What? Can you see my mouth moving?
Have any more of that acid?
Here you will find peace and tranquility
Want to do some age?
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