Scoobs and The Big Doof were bored. Scoobs remembered the acid bar in his pocket, halved it with his pal and the pair melted back into the sofa. 25 minutes later: - It’s deep merlot. - Naw, it’s off cherry. - No danger, it’s dark mahogany. - Aye it might be, naw haud on, it’s bloody sangria - Is it fuck, it’s wrong brown. - There’s no such colour as wrong brown ya fanny get that new record on. With great difficulty Doof got up and put on the latest DABJ release. - Here? Who said that? - Said whit? - There’s no such thing as wrong brown. - You. - No, Ah didny. Anyways, it’s crimson brick. - Scarlet candy. - Never mind the colour o’ the carpet ya bams get up aff yer arses, crank it up and let’s fuckin go… - Whit? - Whit? - Did you say that…? - Fuckin’ hell.. - Never mind let’s just dance this is the bomb. - That’s the spirit boys.