How one would manage to convince someone like Pure Vanilla Cookie to try some so... unpure... as weed is... interesting. Though, certainly possible. Because it had happened.

It was impossible to tell if he actually regretted trying it or not though, because it was impossible to tell if he was alive. His eyes were one but he was kind of there. It was quite clear that wherever his consciousness was, it was out of his body.

The poor cookie, he was toasted.

Perchance he was sleeping with his, obviously reddened, eyes open like some fish, or maybe he simply forgot to close them. Actually, it wasn't often his eyes were open this long.

He wasn't aware of anything around him though clearly. One could probably hit him right in the face and he'd only slightly stir from that state.

He'd be like this for a while though, out of his head.

But what would one do then? Because it was incredibly amusing to see such a put-together cookie so... dazed.