Hussie =link= | Shrooms Q

Q laughed, a wet, hysterical burst. "You're the hussie?"

At first, Q thought it was a deer. But its legs bent backward at too many joints. Its fur was the color of a CRT television tuned to a dead channel—that dancing, nihilistic gray. It had no face, just a smooth, oval head, but he could feel it smiling. shrooms q hussie

"Hussie," he whispered again, and this time, the word had a shape. It hovered in the air, a little cursive cloud. Q laughed, a wet, hysterical burst