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Whether his stardom was justified or not, it soon took a strange turn when he began to experiment with a new way to live.

Chicken of Destiny: Monterey caught onto the fact that celebrities lived vicarious lives. So, he figured that if he’s going to be a celebrity, he should perhaps live like one. So he started throwing house parties. The cucumber and I tried to convince him not to, but that no good punk Susojos offered his house to serve the cause, so he stopped listening to us.

Monterey became the area’s leading source for parties, both tame and wild alike. All sorts of people from hunters to dancing eggs would show up and party until they dropped. Soon, the parties escalated from weekly events to nightly events. And the need to make each one better than the last became greater and greater. The life he once knew began spinning out of control. Soon it would come to the point that even he couldn’t stop the spiral.

Monterey: Okay, it’s true that celebrity status was taking its toll on me. I had my problems like everyone else. But that’s only because I forgot who I was. I was the bird who grew up helping his dad make cherry cola flavored ice slushees. That was what I was used to. Even in the concept of fame, I used to identify it with something bad. When I started becoming a star based on my adventure, it was a new kind of high for me. And I didn’t know how to deal with it. When I started throwing house parties, it was merely to get to know all those people that I once took for granted. It was all innocent. But, it got to be too much for me. I still missed my home in Antarctica. And there wasn’t a thing I knew I could do to change that. I wanted something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life. I needed something to take me back to the place I once knew. I was desperate.

To satisfy Monterey’s needs and desires, Susojos offered to take total control over the house refreshments, so that Monterey could spend less time concentrating on what would make things better. But, as it turned out, the refreshments were more than standard fare fruit punch and crackers. Within short time, Monterey’s house parties became known for its distribution of crystal meth. And sadly for the poor penguin, he became one of its junkies.

Monterey: Actually, the whole crystal meth thing was just a rumor. The truth was that the eyeball gave me some snow, so that I could keep a constant reminder of home. That’s all. My addictions were not addictions, but rather the longing for my past. That’s why I was glad that the eyeball kept a large stash of it in his basement. If only he allowed me full access there, I could’ve made another snowman...and then eat it.

Susojos: Crystal meth parties? That’s preposterous. Why would a talking eyeball with tentacles for legs serve crystal meth to his houseguests? That’s not what I do. My purpose in life is to watch others and comment on what I see. I don’t dish out mind-altering substances. Besides, if I did happen to serve Monterey and his friends some of that terrible, terrible stuff, wouldn’t his background music be a lot more techno-rave?

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