4/20 (Not-So) Special.

>What the fuck are you doing?
>Playing the bongo.
>Knock Knock Knock
>Who the fuck would bother you at this time?
>Opening the door, you are knocked to the floor.
>Sadly, no-one does the Dinosaur.
>"Where's the stash, man! I know you got the stuff!"
>Oh god, not him.
"I ain't got shit for you, you fucking pot head."
>This pony has a brown coat, black mane, and a rasta beanie.
>Like, what the fuck?
"Kush, I don't have anymore, my contact in Minato got busted by the Feds, for selling illegal drugs.
>He brandishes a four inch long, poneshaw knife.
>"You're holding out on me! I'm gonna cut you!"
>He rushes towards you, the knife aimed right at your breathing tube.
>As soon as he gets close enough, you grab him in a bear hug, and suplex him into the floor.
>When you stand up, he starts to shit out three pounds of pure Cuban Cocaine.
"What the fuck have you been eating? Coco plants?"
>"Bitch I might."
>Well, time to steal the blow, kick him out, and sell for profit.
>Hope the Feds don't get you like they got Raul.