It’s late at night and there is a man sleeping on the floor outside the building while resting its back against me.

He got here some hours ago, he was zigzagging like the two weird naked people, he was also carrying a brown bottle with some weird symbols on it with him.

I have to say that is really a nice glass bottle. She sure is doing her work well.

Anyway, that man got near me and then started to talk to me…or maybe he was talking to his reflection.

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I don’t really understand what humans say but I tried to talk to him too, it doesn’t seem it worked though.

He was really passionate, he went on and on talking for a lot and while he talked he moved his hands around in a weird way, sometimes he also drank from the bottle.

Oh! He’s waking up!

And now he is… what is the opposite of eating?

Puking!

He is puking.

There is a lot…

…wow

Oh, he finished.

Now he is drinking again.

It seems like the bottle is empty, he is looking through it with a weird look.

…

…

NOOOOOO!

Why?!

Why did you have to smash that poor child against the floor?

It was working so well.

You monster.

I even thought we had become friends.