Can you tell me where we're headin', Lincoln county road or armageddon

Pesto had made a huge mistake in touching that damn mushroom. "Alarr!" She called out, the final syllable breaking as a coughing fit overtook her lungs. It stopped her in her tracks on the way to her friend's den, and when the coughing finally subsided she found she could hardly breathe. Inhaling a crackling breath of air she continued forward, her monkey trailing behind her quietly with a sharpened stick in his paws.

She came up on him smelling foul and drinking something that smelled no better. Her muzzle wrinkled, but she stepped toward him regardless. It was clear he was suffering the same effects she was, which made sense as they both fondled the mushrooms. Turning she ripped the sharpened stick out of the monkeys paws and threw it toward Alarr. "OK, you rip out mine and then I'll rip out yours." Pesto offered, panicked. "Pasketti is too much a coward to do it for me. Please, Alarr."