Dave’s friend John takes a psychedelic drug (given to him by Bob Marley—no, not that Bob
Marley) that endows him with a distorted sense of time and pitches him into an
interdimensional battle with leech monsters. It’s possible that there’s time travel, too,
or at least a time telephone.
— Michael Main
You know what I think? You’re going to be getting phone calls from me for, like, the
next eight or nine years, all from tonight.