Four lumps, box of wine, dinner and a bottle of absinth.

The lump, dragging the mind along, went to a dinner party. Experinced good discussion, good food, good wine, burning and scary amounts of absinth, good company, taxi ride to nightlife, two sad nightclubs, many more shots, cheap drinks, dancing floor, reciving the lump-friend award, more sillyness. All in all a perfect drunken satisfaction.

Now the lump is lying on a sofa at a lump friends house, while this lump is out and about. Enjoying the fireplace, sneaking some crackers, sucking up the atmosphere of a lovely wooden house, and waiting for the friend lump to come home.

Soon a red troll will be in the middle of this madness. What will the troll think of it all? Will the troll and the lump find each other like they once did? Will the troll share thoughts and ideas? Will the trolls visite change things, and if yes what things? Will the lump visite the troll again? The mind has no idea. The mind cant answer the questions the lump is asking. The mind is empty, but also excited. It will be very interesting indeed.