12-06-2006, 11:18 PM
With the lyrics of ?The Howl? running through his mind, the scent of his newest companions cigar entered his nose. It was clearly a mixture of fine tobacco, and some marijuana mixed together. The scent brought up memories of his days in the saiya-jin special forces, when he himself toked the ganja.
?That a fifty fifty mixture you got there Gokua?? Nappa asked, pointing towards a seat in front of his small desk.
?No, I only left a small amount of tobacco in this one, and I just about used up all the cannabis I?ve got left,? replied the alien fighter, inhaling on the cigar once more.
?Pass that my way when you?ve had your fill. I think it a good a time as ever to take a short break from all my paper work,? the saiya-jin elite explained, with a smirk shining brightly on his face.
The two warriors played the game of puff, puff, pass, as they chatted about the idea?s Nappa had conjured up the night before. His turquoise ally nodded, and agreed with a few idea?s, as well as placing in his own input on a few of them. The fighter particularly agreed with his take on defense, and what should be done with it.
It was only about twenty minutes before the effects of the homegrown cannabis from within the cigar began to take its hold on the giant warrior. Slowly his body began to tingle, and his eyes glistened over.
?Edmond?. Bring that red guy Jonga was talking about a few days ago. I want to see if he can handle this blunt, because if he can?t he?d out of my unit for sure,? boomed the saiya-jin from his usual position at his desk. ?Also, tell him to bring something to eat and drink. My damn mouth is sooo dry.?
?Yeah, get some food!? Gokua called, agreeing with his saiya-jin general.
The two generals looked like teenagers sitting in their rooms, with huge smiles that they had trouble removing. Nappa had said multiple times that he was unable to think, and or move. While Gokua sat idle, waiting for what seemed to be three years for the red fighter and the food to arrive.
A typical night on ganja.
?General, he is here,? Edmond beckoned from just outside the tent.
?Well send him in! and he better have something to eat,? Nappa replied, hoarsly.
?That a fifty fifty mixture you got there Gokua?? Nappa asked, pointing towards a seat in front of his small desk.
?No, I only left a small amount of tobacco in this one, and I just about used up all the cannabis I?ve got left,? replied the alien fighter, inhaling on the cigar once more.
?Pass that my way when you?ve had your fill. I think it a good a time as ever to take a short break from all my paper work,? the saiya-jin elite explained, with a smirk shining brightly on his face.
The two warriors played the game of puff, puff, pass, as they chatted about the idea?s Nappa had conjured up the night before. His turquoise ally nodded, and agreed with a few idea?s, as well as placing in his own input on a few of them. The fighter particularly agreed with his take on defense, and what should be done with it.
It was only about twenty minutes before the effects of the homegrown cannabis from within the cigar began to take its hold on the giant warrior. Slowly his body began to tingle, and his eyes glistened over.
?Edmond?. Bring that red guy Jonga was talking about a few days ago. I want to see if he can handle this blunt, because if he can?t he?d out of my unit for sure,? boomed the saiya-jin from his usual position at his desk. ?Also, tell him to bring something to eat and drink. My damn mouth is sooo dry.?
?Yeah, get some food!? Gokua called, agreeing with his saiya-jin general.
The two generals looked like teenagers sitting in their rooms, with huge smiles that they had trouble removing. Nappa had said multiple times that he was unable to think, and or move. While Gokua sat idle, waiting for what seemed to be three years for the red fighter and the food to arrive.
A typical night on ganja.
?General, he is here,? Edmond beckoned from just outside the tent.
?Well send him in! and he better have something to eat,? Nappa replied, hoarsly.