Where Anthony's brain apparently went faster, linking random thoughts together under the influence of what they had been smoking, Terrence found his own going slower. He was trying to keep up with the other boy's train of thought, but only caught every five or so words. Thus, the rant made even less sense to him than usual.
Something about China. Brooms. Communism. Vodka. Mm, vodka actually sounded quite good to him right now. Maybe it would even calm down the chatterbox beside him. Although, the more things he inhaled, the more he seemed to talk. Terrence laughed at that thought, somewhere in the middle of Anthony talking about pigs. Turning into people? That was just fucking weird.
"You're a communist," was his helpful contribution to the conversation. And then, "So's your mom."
Absently, he wondered what was on the telly. Or... the fridge. Shit, he was hungry. And he was thinking about pigs. "I wonder if we still have any bacon."