CHAPTER 4
"Either I overdosed on MJ or your fucking kidding me right now" said Billy who was both fascinated and terrified. "I am not to be fucking with you Billy" the goatman said. "I am a fucking goatman, last time i checked, it is wrong to molest goats with a penis. Enough of this chitchat! Your people are waiting".
"My people?"
Goatman grabbed Billy's hand, opened it and placed something on top of his palm. It was a small bent up joint that looked like something you'd find in a trash can. The goatman said in a clear stern voice:
"Whatever you do Billy, you have to keep this joint. Sometime around the future this joint might just save your life".
Billy looked at the goatman with stars in his eyes. The goat just shrilled " BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH"
"Come now. We must move fast. We need to get to our people"
