“So if I’m hearing this right, we gotta power Som up with good dreams so that his sweet baby boy energies override everything else. Don’t worry, gang, I’m on it.”
“Alright, Som! Listen up. I’m beaming my cool dream powers into your head right now, okay? We’re dreaming of a beach with a bunch of hot babes on it, and all the babes have sick tattoos that look like Mambo posters. Someone is doin’ donuts in the parking lot blasting Hilltop Hoods but ONLY their old shit, not that new crap someone put on the prison radio once. I am eating three pineapple fritters at once and I have a new leg and it’s cool and shiny and Deacon is here too but only so the shine can get in his eyes and piss him off a bit. He CANNOT eat it.”
“In the water is a shark but it’s a cool shark and it’s doing flips. There are NO echidnas but there is a numbat because it’s a fun under-appreciated Aussie animal in my humble opinion. It’s got sunglasses on. Are you getting all this? In my other hand that doesn’t have the pineapple fritters I’ve got a beer but it’s the good Little Creatures shit and not VB. Before you say anything shut the fuck up I know I’m not classy enough to drink Little Creatures but this is a DREAM. Anyway I’m looking good, surrounded by babes, on the beach, Minami can be there too, and also my muscles are looking bigger than ever. Okay!! Use this cool dream energy Som!! Become big and powerful!!!!! I believe in you!!!!”
No, Lucy. No.