PCP's squeal of delight could have and probably did deafen a dog. "Oh, it's perfect!" She shrieked, dashing into the apartment. She clapped her hands together gleefully. "It's lovely, oh, MJ, it's so great!" She kicked off her shoes and daintily walked across the dance floor on her toes, then kicked up one leg and slid gracefully on the pole until she collapsed in a heap on the floor. When the lights began to flash she threw up her hands, leaped to her feet, and plastered herself to Marijuana's side, moving to a beat that she could only hear in her head. She grasped his face in both of her hands and kissed him on both cheeks. "I am so happy!"