qato

X: i was sitting here and thinking that every room has windows and doors and lamps and couches, and that there's something i should figure out...

Qato: *growl* *snarl* *snort*

Y: why are you mad at X, Qato? 'cause you don't have weird tripped-out thoughts?

Qato: i DO have weird tripped-out thoughts. when i'm walking home drunk, i think, "wow, that house is purple".

Y: and the house IS purple.

Qato: of course it's purple.

Y: point taken.