A large thump sounds outside as something falls on top of your car, crushing it flat. You turn around just in time to see a large cloud of smoke disappear and leave behind a jumbo sized green monster truck with a shitload of money in the back. (Yes, shitload is a real unit of measurement. You're high, remember?) "Oh wow, now I'm starting to wish I had wished for scantily clad women and pudding. Alas, this joint is smoked and I have recieved my bitchin' monster truck filled with money and... Hey! Where's my pudding?!" You ask angrily as you finish off the joint and put it out. A few more seconds pass before a giant ten gallon tub of chocolate pudding falls into the back of the truck on top of the money with a "Sorry 4 teh delay." sign taped to the side. "Oh, there it is. Well, I suppose its better late than never."
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