Mike claims he got roofied at the neighborhood barbeque. That's how he explained all the things we saw him do. Dumped a bowl of potato salad on Mrs. Thompson's head. Sat catatonic for twenty minutes 'til I wondered if he was dead. Let out a scream, scaring everyone, in light of recent events. Got to his feet, took a few steps, and busted through the fence. Mike claims he got roofied at the neighborhood barbeque. I'm not convinced that's something someone on our street would do. Was it Mr. Nokamura who was mixing the flavorade? Was it in the Jello salad that was wigglin' in the shade? Sure, a couple of beers were had, quite normal for our crew. But nothing that would explain all the crazy things Mike do. Mike claims he got roofied at the neighborhood barbeque. Empty airplane bottles in his pockets seemed a vital clue. Flexed his chest like the Hulk 'til all his buttons popped. Waved his arms like a dervish, then just as quickly stopped. Jumped up on the table where Father Tim was sitting. Started talking gibberish 'till he was nearly spitting. Mike claims he got roofied at the neighborhood barbeque. That's how he explained all the things we saw him do. Mike claims he got roofied at the neighborhood barbeque. I'm not convinced that's something someone on our street would do.
