Alcohol

There was a noise in the distance. She said you best call a cop. I felt that she was being normal. I thought I'd differ.
'That's a yellow monster up there on the roof, Sharona. Why should a cop have to look at such a beast! Call a doctor.'
'Doctor? Are you joking, Alan?'
'Sharona, we both might be damn well hallucinating. Things always go crazy when I'm in Colorado.'
'Call a cop, you idiot!'
Cop arrived. He was neat. He said that we were both individuals with too much alcohol in our heads. He said we both damn hallucinated.