A Stoner and a Jester.

"He-ey, Mr. Security Gu-guard. Come, on ma-an, all I did was smoke a little bit of weed before I came into work! It's not a crime!" A big black man in a security suit was dragging out what looked like a homeless man with torn jeans burks and a white t, with a scruffy face and long shaggy black hair.

*Sigh* "Zeek, I've told you this before man. If it happened again I was going to have to kick you out. The boss man was serious when he told you that this was your final notice!" The guard spoke sternly as he dragged Zeek out by the collar of his shirt.

After bringing him to the door the security guard lifted him up like a small child. Zeek's size hailed in comparison to this man, while he stood at 5'11. The guard before him was at least 6'9 with giant brawny muscles that were larger than even his own head!

After just being lifted up by this man, Zeek started squirming in his hands and yelling. "Jack you bastard! Put me down, you know I hate it when you do this shit!"

Setting down Zeek, Jack looked him in the eyes with disdain. "Because you can't give that shit up you just lost your job! Your father would be rolling in his grave if he could see just what you became..."

The words that Jack had spoken sent Zeek into an intense rage, teeming with anger he cocked back his arm and threw a punch aimed at his abdomen. The hit landed and Zeek looked up at him with a smirk.

Looking down at Zeek unfazed, Jack picks him up by his head and throws him all the way into the parking lot across the road.

Crashing into a couple of cars and into the little convenience store wall next to the door, whipping up a large cloud of dust.

A few on lookers came running over. "H-h-hey! Is anyone injured!" Cried out one of the men that came running to the scene while covering his mouth with his shirt.

*Zzzzt*

*Zzzzt*

Everyone began to look at each other in confusion over the sounds they were hearing. "Is that a lighter?" One of the women questioned while she cupped her ears to listen better.

*Zzzt*

*Zzzzt, fwuoh*

After the dust had cleared a bit everyone could see a faint light from a lighter burning the end of what looked like a cigarette. Shortly after seeing it lit, everyone that was standing around could smell the strong aroma of weed.

*click*

One of the women pointed at Zeek after he had closed his lighter and as the dust had cleared. "It's that damned stoner again!" She yelled out and turned around furiously. "I thought it was an actual accident! Hmph! Come on everyone lets go." She said with disdain while walking away.

"Do something with your life!"

"Fucking druggy!"

A few of them yelled out as they began to walk away from Zeek who was lying in the rubble of the wall, smoking a joint.

*Inhale*

"Phewwwwwww..... Well shit..... Guess I'm gonna have to find a new job." He spoke unmotivated after exhaling the smoke. He stood up and brushed all of the dust off of himself. "Well guess I should go home." He spoke aloud with no one around to hear him.

While on his walk home, Zeek had ran in with some old "colleagues" of his from the company that he had just been fired from. "Well shit Ray! Look who it is! It's the Hot-shot Scientist has-been Zeek!"

"No kidding! We just heard that you were fired man. Sorry to hear that. Well hey, maybe me and Dan here can cheer ya up! Come with us, let's get a drink!" Said Ray.

Having worked with both of them, Zeek knew that they had an ulterior motive. All three of them worked at the BriarCorp. Labs together.

BriarCorp. is a militarized facility built upon the foundation of human evolution through the amalgamation of humans and plants.

"Pause!"

*Everything pauses, then goes black*

*Theater room*

A small puff of smoke flies out from behind the red curtain and bursts into a large cloud.

*Poof!*

Zeek pops out of nowhere and stands before you again with a bong in one hand and a lighter in the other. "Well hello my lovely viewer! How are you liking the story so far? Crazy right?" He bursts out excitedly, and questions you.

"..."

*Zzzzt*

*Zzzzt, Fwuoh*

With the none stop silence, he brings the mouth piece to his lips and holds the flame of the lighter to the bowl. With a deep exhale of air he begins his giant draw of smoke, slowly roasting the bowl of greens.

After a moment of heating the greens he snaps it all through the bowl piece, he lifts it up and pulls all of the smoke through and inhales it. Holding the smoke for a moment he exhales an enormous cloud off to his right and looks back at you with red squinted eyes.

He holds the bong up to you. "You wanna hi-t?" He asked elongated-ly. "No? Fine, whatevs." he said dejectedly after he threw it into the air vanishing in a puff of smoke.

"Welp, all that sciencey, mumbo jumbo isn't really my shtick ya know?" He said with a shrug as he walked back and forth.

Stopping he turns towards you with a smile and holds up his finger. "Your probably thinking, "Wait, then you were about to lie about your life?" Nah, a little drama is always nice right?" He said laughingly.

"But on a real note, this tale is actually about a world of Fantasy and Munchies of course! You see, I've always been around since the beginning of time! After you guys started smoking Marijuana that my power was able to flourish." Zeek stated with a tone of utter happiness.

"The advancements in smoking weed just grew and grew. Ha! No pun intended! After a while of being among you humans, I had found Video games, Anime, and Fantasy worlds-" He paused and stared off into space.

*Clap from behind the curtain.*

The clap snapped Zeek back. "Ah thank you!" He said while looking to the side.

Looking back to you he began to talk again. "Now what this tale is truly about... I the God of Marijuana, will transverse to another world, one of fantasy and magic! I'm sure you'll be thoroughly enjoyed with this tale. With this, I bid you til next time!" He bowed to you and vanished as quickly as he appeared.

A title appears on the screen.

" Chapter 3: A Baked Bargain"

*Blackout*