[Suddenly, Christopher Isles walks into the scene, apparently blazed as all hell. He looks over at Mav and the conspicuously placed table. He appears confused as all fuck and finds himself staring at nothing for a long while. Just then, he decides to speak up.]

Christopher: Brah...are you talking to a table?

[Before Mav could even respond, Chris busts a gut laughing for what feels like a whole minute before saying something else.]

Christopher: You're as high as me, dude! You know that only psychopaths talk to tables, brah!

[Chris laughs some more and proceeds to walk back from where he came.]