Gumph was just a huge face floating in marijuana smoke without a body.
Every time he spoke,gobs of spittle would fly out of his mouth and cover you in juicy perverted slime.
Little J.Rubber was a raccoon who picked up refuse off the highway to fashion art projects at the Louvre.
One night they decided to go see the wizard in hopes of getting back into the good graces of society.
"How do we find the find this guy?" Rubber Boy said.
"I dunno,Rubb,"spoke the Gum,"I suppose we could just click our heels and transition."
"That's transport,Gump,"Rub corrected him."And that only works for little dogs and their owner.Where the hell do we get a dog? And high heels?"
"I usually go to the thrift store to buy woman's clothes,"Gumpf told him."Just tell them you're buying a dress for your sister."
"No, there's got to be an easier way."
"I guess you're right.I spent all my money on pot.I ain't got a nickel to spare."
"Eureka, You've just given me an idea! We smoke a joint and a giant cloud of reefer smoke will take us there.Spark up a bomber, maestro."
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