"Yoooo, check out that Fat Retard!"
"Mike, you're a fucking asshole. He goes to the gym right after his night classes. Atleast he's trying to improve himself. You know, man. I haven't said much 'cause it's not my place, but I'm pretty sure Jessica left you because of how much of an insensitive asshole you've become. And honestly, it's making it hard to be your friend aswell. But we've been best friends since 5th grade. Ride or die, bro."
"Not that, dipshit. I was talking about the drink he was holding."
The rush of neurotransmitters and neuropeptides triggered specifically by watching the Seven Dwarfs marchhome singing "Heigh-Ho" — that particular high of pickaxes, whistling while you work, and communal domestic bliss in a cottage built for men half your height.
I only meant to watch the Heigh-Ho scene for the endwarfins, and then it was two hours later and I'd watched the whole movie.
Endwarfins aren't just a Snow White thing — I get the same hit off the Lollipop Guild in Oz.