They say that Seekers are doomed to an eternity of addiction and suffering. Dave just so happens to be one of those unlucky people. His story begins in a Taco Bell down the street from his apartment, where Dave has just succeeded in completing his task to receive the Chillum of Dope. With it comes a message; Object 420: have fun, easy on the sauce. Dave shook his head at this, questioning what great being could have created such a prophetic message.
On his journey home Dave gets a little bored, so decides to test his Object out. Being such a lonely stoner, Bob whips out his little baggy of "Californ-I-A-Home-grown" and loads it up. He shakily takes his lighter out and lights up.
At first, nothing happens and Dave thinks he got cheated, but suddenly he feels his soul being ripped from his body as he enters a void of happiness and poofy-clouds! Dave enjoys his time here and spends it laughing and trying to remember where he left the remote at. Buuut just as quickly as it began, it ends.
All he knows is falling. Dave is so confused, why is he falling, where has he been, what the hell is going on!
"Hells right, sugar tits!" an eerie voice chants.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" is the only response Dave can offer.
The eerie voice retorts with a sickening cackle, "E-he-he-he-ho-cough-ha-h"
Suddenly, Dave hits the ground with such force that his skeleton hops right out through his feet!
"What horror is THIS?" Dave exclaims.
"Uh-ah...uhm...yeah, you're in hell."
"Really?"
"No, your due to return to your body riigggght..."
"Now?"
"No, in about three hours."
Dave becomes outraged by this statement and began swinging widely toward the voice. His body is found without intestines, bones, or hair. Moral of the story, marijuana is bad, and only you have the power to prevent a forest fire.