Sabra, for her part, looked like a dirt-covered junky. When you hadn't laughed in an age - or possibly even ever - and were assaulted by the world's biggest giggling fit, it was difficult to control your limbs. In fact, she still hadn't been able to properly stand after collapsing in drunken laughter and was only just crawling out of where they were throwing as much dusty soil into as was physically possible.

Well, at least the ooze was no longer seeming to be a problem. Might even starve to nothingness now.

Sabra, though? As weird as her behaviour was before, she was still only just about able to drag herself to feet, dazed with a smile - and burst out in laughter, yet again. "You...! It...! We...!" And then more giggles, trying to walk off in a straight line and... More or less... Failing. The woman was high as a kite and slurring something about wanting to mate with a car. "A really fast one..."