Keera went to her local weed dealer Jack of the Melons. He had a melon shaped head and wore only melon clothing. She asked him for that 'good kush kush'. He nodded and slipped his bumbag to the side pulling out a watermelon. He opens the watermelon pulling out the weed. They walked off into the sunset, blunts lit, watermelons in hand, clearly in love. She calls softly to her lover, '420 cunts'.
The end.
