Warnings: Drug references. SMOKE WEED EVERY DAY

My head feels like it is about to split open.

We have been looking for hours.

And we have not.

Found.

ONE SINGLE.

FREAKING.

FEZ!

"IF WE DON'T FIND A FEZ THIS VERY INSTANT I AM GONNA BLOW EVERY SINGLE THING UP WITH A MACHINE GUN!"

"Hey Ghastly I found a fez." says Blank.

"Oh thanks." I say and put the fez on.

Read with stupid voice:

So yeah there is now a whole lot of white stuff around us now and I have no idea where we are and Blank is acting drunk again and I am high on weed so everything looks green but its not-pffffffffffffft SMOKE WEED EVERY DAY ok?

Yeah I don't know that happened.

I'm wearin' a fez on top of my elf-hat, pffffffffft no, its not an elf-hat, I am a Hylian.

Note to self- Never smoke weed in dreams, you'll regret it for as long as you live.

Thus the short chapter.

"COOKIES" screams Blank, arms pointing out into the nothingness and he faints falling over flat on his face.

Faceplants.

Yes.

(A/N Next time I'll make a proper chapter, OK?

...

Probably.)