Shagg, absent mindedly shambling onto the beach promptly falls face first into the sand, sending the contents of his jean jacket and reason for his seemingly stoned behavior across the sand; several label less medication bottles that rattle their contents upon impacting the sand. With a moan that sounds like a dieing walrus he rolls over, muttering incoherently as he stares into the cloud dotted sky; God knowing what his mind is actually seeing up there...