Cats. The universally-panned flop that's going to cost its studio millions of dollars.

A graphic design named Rob Sheridan had a passion for bad movies and a bag full of psychedelic mushrooms. Combining the two was a massive mistake.

Rob elaborated on his experience in an interview with 'Birth. Movies. Death.'

I ate a bunch of them, more than I have of these before, just kinda stuffed a handful in my mouth without any sort of measure or rationale behind the dosage.

According to the interview, things were already getting bad.

I was slinking down in my chair, my body melting, and suddenly they're playing the Sonic the Hedgehog trailer and I was losing it.

Their terrifying faces and their demonic eyes were right in my face, like it was 3D. I could feel their CGI fur scratching me. I realize now that I have never seen a movie on mushrooms before, and I'm not sure I ever will again.

This is an actual scene from the movie.

Via B.M.D. this is when Rob reached a breaking point.

I had to take a break. I left, went into the bathroom, went into the stall to be alone, and just breathed. The quiet space and bright flat white fluorescent light comforted me, because nothing was moving, nothing was hairy, nothing was horny. After a few minutes, I was ready to try again.

Cats off to ya.