"Dude, I don't know what to make of it, I put that sword in my closet like Fluffy said, and the flame went out. But I'm nervous, what if it starts up and burns the house down?" John was a little high strung. He was wasn't used to flaming hunks of cool metal sitting on his carpet, in his closet, full of cloths. James was a voice of reason however, "Man, I'm sure it's fine, think about what you've experienced in the last twenty four hours." And that was all it took, because John remembered exactly how the last twenty four hours had played out.
In the morning he woke up, and noticed first the sword on his bed. The second thing he noticed was the bed fire that started when he touched the sword with his foot and it ignited. After dousing his bed with a fire extinguisher, and opening every door and window in the house, he went down stairs for breakfast. Which, unlike the rest of his day was pretty good. The next mission was of course waking up James, often a nightmare of definitive quality. But it was a busy day, and they had important shit to do. Mainly, find a bag of weed, find real jobs, and somewhere in between the pool and smoking spliffs they had to return to the fountain to make sure that talking rabbits really exist.
So a phone call was made, by John, to Samantha, his hook up. Sam was sad to say, she was out, but gave him the number of a mutual friend that might be of some aid, she called him "D" which turned out to be somewhat fortuitous.
"Hey, is this D? Sam said to call you?" John said.
"Yes, this is D, do you know where Fourth and Rockwell is?"
"Yeah, the little mini mart?"
"Thats the one, go there, ask if the gentleman at the counter if they have any pickle milk. He'll direct you to where you can find it." Click.
"well, James, I guess we're going to have ourselves a bodega experience. First for everything right?" John asked.
"Yeah. This is going to be great. Should we bring the flaming sword for back up?" James joked.
The two young men made their way to the spot, a little nervous, meeting new people and all but they were confident.
"Hello, excuse me is there any one working here?" John asked walking in. The place seemed empty.
"Well, maybe they got robbed," said James.
"I suppose, it is that kind of neighborhood," John couldn't have said a worse thing.
"And what the fuck kind of neighbor hood is that, cracker? A Niggahood? Is that what you meant to say, huh? White boy?" A very irate black cashier stands up from behind the counter with a shot gun. He seems to have had some kind of run in with racists in the past, and clearly is just trying to get to the bottom of things.
"Um, no, I meant poor actually. Poor neighborhood. I've seen all sorts of poverty stricken white kids on these streets. I have not one racist bone in my body. I was actually looking for some Pickle Milk to tell you the truth. Have any?" John spoke calmly to the man. Trying not to invoke any violent reactions.
"Pickle Milk!? Oh, shit, D must have sent for you, okay, okay, yeah, Take a walk back to the freezer. Open the door on the left, and just reach out and grab the Hungry Man Pickle Milk Stroggenof Microwavable Dinner. Don't pull too hard though, your not looking to take it off the shelf." As James opened his mouth to ask what the hell this guy was talking about the cashier spoke first, "You'll see what I mean when you get there, just go."
John opened up the door and motioned for James to grab the frozen meal.
"Hell no man, you grab it. Your the one who wants to get high so bad." James was always kind of a prick about this k ind of thing.
"Fuck you man, I'm gonna smoke this by my self if you don't grab it." John gave the look with his face that said, 'Im no fuckin round mate.' and James grabbed the meal. The shelf began to retract, pulling the meal right out of James' hand and where the shelf used to stand a stairway to a door way was exposed. Our hero's walked down the steps towards the door.
You begin to regain your sense of reality, and like waking from a dream you look around to discover you really are still in a bar, laughing and rowdy people surround you. They're drinking and smoking, and the Story Teller sits still next to you, lighting another smoke.
"So, what do you think so far? Pretty cool trick, this story thing right? Not every night you go out and get to experience another reality." He smiles, and inhales off his smoke. You find yourself a little antsy, wanting to know more about John and James, the Talking Rabbits, and the war for earth. And so you will. With a puff of smoke, the Story Teller surrounds you once again in the setting of the story, the Door to D at the bottom of the stairs swings open, and the smoke settles. John and James walk through the door, and are quite surprised to find a short haggard looking man hunched over a table, and four suitcases with different drugs and denominations of weight.
"What can I do for you gentleman? I have whatever you need, from a joint of weed to a speed ball bump, whatever your hump, we satisfy your jones," He paused and snap-pointed to a spot in thin air over the suitcases, "right here."
John spoke first "umm, wow, thats a lot of different shit. Can I just get a half of your most economic green?"
"economic green, why whatever do you mean? I have highs, I have lows, I have in betweens you know? State your leisure, it will be my pleasure!"
"Now that was crafty, I gotta give props for the leisure and pleasure rhyme, it took some skillz" James, who lacked a social filter of any sort added to the conversation.
"Um, well, I've got 60 bucks to spend, what ever that will get me." John wasn't picky, he just wanted to get high and not have to buy weed again in two days. He also articulated this.
"To get high, and not have to buy, so often, to the coffin of your wallet. I understand my man, and I can do what I can." The haggard man tossed John a bag, he could smell it as it flew through the air. "60 bucks little man, put that shit, in my hand! Hah, I stole that one from Jay and Silent Bob, but I love when movie quotes are applicable to real life."
As the men left they were somewhere between flabbergasted, and relieved. It was time to roll a spliff, turn in a few applications and smoke the fuck out of the joint. And this they did.
Which brings us to where we started, the two men walking towards the fountain to wait for Muffy, the talking hind leg walking Rabbit General.
By the time Muffy arrived, the men had smoked two spliffs, and were deep in conversation about the nature of human beings, and how they got to be so violent and stupid. On a whole.
"Well, you two are going to really get to know the nature of human beings, demons, angles, and neutrals, don't you worry. And good job on first contact with Dioxion, hows his weed?" Muffy appeared and made hast wasting no time getting down to business.