"Sorry spud brother, but I have got a million plans to fold into action, lets make it for another day".
"Right on Tuber-dude. I'll be around".
You regret not taking him up on his offer but something in the back of the back of your mind warned you not to. Some sub-thought pulse from the delta waves. A thin purple membrane between meat and vegetable consciousness. This membrane seems to be wearing thin, it itches, mentally.