-So your entire plan to save the world comes courtesy from a bong hit?
-No. I didn’t smoke the drug, lady. I drank the drug, which gave my mind a backstage pass to the reality.
-It’s gonna be six feet under.
-Oh, you’re gonna bury it?
-Bet your bippy. I found that out during a drug fueled trip.
-So your entire plan to save the world comes courtesy from a bong hit?
-No. I didn’t smoke the drug, lady. I drank the drug, which gave my mind a backstage pass to the reality show. I’m gonna bury it in the basement, then I can finally say to evil, “Hey evil, why don’t you eat my butt?
-Wonderful imagery.
