“Ooohh shiit…” Dude slurred to himself, moving a hand up to fix his sunglasses but he didn’t even feel his hand on his face.

His green eyes were half-lidded and glazed over, drool running down his chin and goatee like an old dog. So much so that it was damp on his collar without him realizing. He was sweating, woozy, and confused.

You’d think it was common sense not to take too many edibles. But they were infused in some brownies, and the brownies just so happened to be really damn good. Good enough for Dude to eat the whole. entire. tin.

One voice was saying, “Uhh… I think he took too much.” in one ear and another was screaming, “SUCK IT UP SISSY!” in the other.

Papa Smurf and Jack In The Box were having a fist fight in front of him, everything looked upside down and he could barely keep his balance. He could’ve sworn he was sitting on the couch, but when you walked into the trailer he was leaned up against the wall.

Dude looked a mess. On top of that, you were 99 percent sure he didn’t even know you, his wife, just came in.

You called out to him, thinking maybe he sick until you walked over and noticed the tin that was supposed to have brownies in it sitting on the counter with nothing but crumbs left. Your jaw dropped in disbelief.

He was absolutely gone.