Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Five - The Confrontation

The next day, Fishy received a call from Ms. Important. She told him that she was feeling guilty about judging him by his addiction and felt terribly sorry. Fishy replied that she isn't getting a pay rise anyway. Hearing that, Ms. Important called him a „goddamn junkie pig" and hung up.
Fishy went straight to the Weed Palace and met the friendly woman again. He asked if he could have a word with the director of this noble facility. She said that he was on vacation, though there was something in her voice that raised Fishy's suspicion.
He decided to come back at dusk and sneak in like a true secret agent. He put on his classy suit with a stunning bow tie, then he went to a spy shop and got all the gadgets he'd need. He couldn't forget about his rusty but trusty 'k. Later on, he stood against the wall of the Weed Palace and it seemed like the director's room is behind it. He started to consider his options: sneak in with a crowbar, or try to go through the main entrance, or maybe.. blow up the wall using a demolition charge? Fishy decided that it would be the sneakiest way of getting into the building. He lit the explosives on fire using his blunt of weed he was smoking at that time and after a few failed attempts and a few blunts later, he managed to do this. He was quite stoned after that. When the wall blew up, there was no alarm or whatsoever and that made Fishy super alert, at least as alert as he could be after smoking that much ganja. Inside, he saw a sign saying: " If you're trying to break in here, go this way."
Seems legit, Fishy thought. He went further in that direction and eventually reached the throne room of the Weed Palace. He could barely perceive what was there: blunts of all sizes and shapes, pictures of ganja lords from all over the world, and of course the Book of Weed®, which contained phone numbers and addresses of all present and past worldwide weed dealers. Fishy felt as if he was in a dream, especially given his stoned mind. He didn't lose himself completely though and continued through the hallway. At the very end of the corridor, there was a dimly lit area, containing a throne, which seat had its back turned on Fishy. He knew that he'd speak to a thoroughly evil person, he watched too many movies with similar scenes. The throne slowly turned around, emitting a creaking noise, rendering the atmosphere rather eerie. A person was sitting on it in the shadows, wearing a hood, so it was impossible for Fishy to see who it was. The hooded figure stood up and stepped towards Fishy. He had his 'k ready to fire under his coat. It stopped roughly four metres before him and took the hood off. Fishy was astonished to discover that it indeed was Mr. Rocky!

-Well, well, who do we have here? Mr. Fishy, the weed conaisseur! You might be wondering how I got here. I retired from work at the fabulous IIIrd LO, but I took control of the whole weed empire! Know, friend, that I'm at least as addicted to weed as you are. This world is too small for the two chainsmokers like us. Drop your gun, let's fight like men! En garde! - having said that, he threw a rapier at Fishy.
Our hero caught it mid-flight and made a menacing slash through the air, being surprisingly agile for a person his age. Same went for Rocky, who must have been over seventy years old now, yet he moved as quickly as a professional fencer. Probably the effect of a lifetime marijuana addiction. The two men locked blades. Rocky gained the upper hand at first, but Fishy fought out an advantage, disarmed his foe and pointed the rapier at his adversary's neck.

-This is the end, Rocky! - Fishy said, trying to slit his throat using the blade, but it turned out to be totally blunt. And we're not talking about smoking this time.

Did you really expect I'd give you a real weapon to fight me? - Rocky said, quickly grabbing his weapon and pointing it at Fishy. - there's no fair play in the world of weed! - he yelled while shattering Fishy's sword in half with an insanely powerful strike. - Prepare to die, scumbag!

Fishy was too far away from his 'k to reach it before Rocky would catch up to him. He then remembered that he got a special blunt of weed hidden in his secret pocket. It was Snoop's Secret Weed®. Dogg told him to only use it in a life-threatening situation. As soon as he put the blunt in his mouth, it started burning with a bright blue flame. Fishy felt power flowing through him and turned to face Rocky, charging for him. He grabbed his enemy's wrist with great force, wrestled the rapier from him. With one quick slash, Rocky was lying, almost dead, on the floor.

-Uurghh, I was mostly dead anyway..-were his last words.

Fishy thought that he would mourn Rocky's death if he had any humanity left inside. Though we discussed that before in the Part II. Fishy grabbed the Book of Weed® and went to check out the throne. He saw a secret room behind it. Inside, there was a switch labelled: "Weed distribution". It was set to „Disabled".
Fishy turned it to „Global" mode. The whole room lit up with lights. As he was making his way back to the hotel, he felt relieved that he ended a world-scale crisis. He would rest for some more time before returning to Cufthill..