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It's a beautiful stoned day in the neighborhood...
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| Hey Johnny! What you up to? | |
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| Not much, Kelly. Just making my way to the bottom of this bag of pot brownies, huh, huh! | |
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Time... space... thoughts...
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| You don't look so good. You sure you didn't eat too many? | |
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| Whoa... I don't think so, little grey dude! Huh huh... | |
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Kelly, realizing Johnny's in his own little world, decides to continue about her merry way. Jonny spirals further into his buzz...
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| Man, you got some fucked up friends! Tonight, we make soap... | |
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| Oh no, dude! NOOOOOO......... | |
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