Here we are now, entertain us...

I walked into the living room to find Nigel all sprawled out on his back in front of a speaker with Nirvana playing. He didn't acknowledge me in anyway. He looked like he was dead, or stoned out of his gourd. "Yeah, this acid is really good too," I said.

"Meow."

"Oh, I see. Nice Cobain impression, asshole."