Mute is not enough... :)

My friend had an amazing pub in one of the slums of Orinachairi, somewhere in Kutampliski's World, and a brother who had a PhD in chemistry. This chemical pHD guy had his own business and was doing well, but maybe he thought that was not enough. He did something to the upholstery. One evening, the designer, the gay, my friend and myself, relaxed on one of those sofas there. Looks like One Evening had ordered for a lighter orange today. Rest of us ordered our respective fruit juices. Then... there were fumes. Green fume from under me and pink from
(mute)'s. The coloured fumes wafted up and out through the exhaust. Some chemical who sure adds colour to the life of Methane, should be... Umm. We had a nice laugh. :)