What am I even doing?

[undruggable]

Ain't gonna do a little puppet dance, puppeteer. Nope. That's not how this show is going to run. See, I'm... I'm really stoned. But! But, I'm also my own person. My own incredibly high person. Who will, hopefully, be even stoned-ier and assisting my dear, ol' buddy Nemo in Sleepland or Dreamland; whatever. Just... Just gotta read a book with pictures in it.

Seriously. Nemo's gotta wake up. Shit's all topsy turvy.

...Man. Mun. What if... What if I'm Nemo? Ah, shit. What if you're Nemo and I'm just a dream? So, when you wake up, I'm gonna die.

Fuck what I said. Nemo, man. Nemo. Stay asleep. If you wake up I'm haunting you and eating all your poptarts.

...Hey, mun, you got any food?

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[undruggable]

...

[Hold up. This stuff looks pretty ancient. And that Sam guy did mention there were Gods wandering around.

Thor better not be one of those ancient Gods, otherwise Marty's going to give him a very stern talking to.]

While I appreciate the feast, I kinda have to ask; are you an ancient God? 'Cause it's a pretty big deal, man.

[coffeemugsmash]

[ That was strange. Usually the question of his godhood came AFTER the introduction, not before. ]

To some, yes. I am Thor, son of Odin!

[undruggable]

I see. Well, then. While I'd usually eat all your food - I mean, I'd devour that stuff - I've gotta let you know that you and all your God pals are assholes. I dunno what it was like back in ye olde times, but these days, you can't go around torturing college kids 'cause it gets you a husband bulge.

So, with no offense meant to your Godliness, fuck you, fuck your friends and fuck your demonic ritual that ended up killing all my friends.

[And with that, Marty flings a piece of paper he was planning on using to roll another joint right at Thor's face. Take that, friend killer.]

[coffeemugsmash]

[ He watches the paper as it fails to reach his face and floats to the ground. Then looks at Marty with great concern. ]

My people do not resort to torture, especially not of anyone from Midgard. It is terrible that you had to face such horrors, and it saddens me that you have lost your friends.

Do you know the names of those that call themselves ancient Gods? If they are killing innocent mortals under such a claim, they must be stopped!