Snack food bugs. It was all-- they were all snack food bugs.

Dojima firmly believed he was going crazy, or dreaming, watching them all scurry around, repeating a single word as their cry as they went about their business. He'd been mostly quiet as he followed Turo, not really able to say anything for a while.

"What did I drink last night...?"

He finally muttered to himself, watching as Turo was already pulling out those sketchbooks of his.