The airplane landed on a sunny day, halting to a stop. The smell of weed was strong as officials of the Weed Republic stood in neat rows, their eyes red and dazed from the sacred herbs.

The door opened, revealing no one. Yet footsteps were heard, and thus the Weed Republic now bore witness to the legendary powers of John Cena. He was invisible, and not even the most advanced of gadgets could detect him. He can only be seen, if he wants to.

John Cena's theme suddenly played, but no one knew where it came from. It is these oddities that some would consider the Bing Chilling ambassador to be blessed by Snoop Dogg himself.

The military orchestra then played the national anthem of the Bing Chilling People's Republic.

"Bing Chilling, Bing Chilling..." the sacred notes played with beautiful precision.

"B-bing chilling," murmured John Cena, his eyes teary. The song was so amazing that he willingly revealed himself to the world, he reappears wearing only his boxers and was unsurprisingly eating vanilla ice creams. One for each hand xdd.

He licked his lips clean of the white, creamy vanilla and looked ahead stoically.

"I, John Cena am humbled to be a guest of the Weed Republic. Praise be Snoop Dogg!" John Cena's arms were raised to the air, his decree boldly cementing his respects to the master of smoking weed.

"Praise be Snoop Dogg, the saviour of all mankind. May he gaze upon you with eyes red and all-seeing," muttered the officials, their heads bowed in respect to their ancient sovereign of antiquity.

The procession then left to the hotel. John Cena ate more ice cream along the way as street hookers lay on his shoulders, spoon feeding him more of their weed flavoured ice cream.

Slowly, John Cena's eyes were clouded with red and he began to see the spirit of Snoop Dogg in the sky. The very sight of such a hero almost brought tears to his eyes, but he held it in.

As night fell, he lay on his bed, slowly turning invisible again and slept away.

===the next day===

Soon, morning came. As is customary for guests in the Weed Republic, they were given chicken and weed as breakfast, the two things that were said to be Snoop Dogg's favourite.

After he was done, John Cena flexed his arms and slowly appeared again. The veins on his biceps suddenly pulsed with anger before they disappeared. Truly, his strength is second to none.

The car arrived, powered by state of the art engines that could use weed as fuel. The driver then drove off, driving off the driveway and towards their destination....

The grave of Snopp Dogg himself.

Soon, John Cena arrived. He was in awe at the magnificence of Snoop Dogg's grave. There were depictions of the man blowing streams of weaponized smoke to ward off the demons in the war against extinction itself.

Another mosaic held a wise figure of Snoop Dogg blowing out smoke to save the ancient nations of Iraq and other nations of old from the sun. So many of his feats were carved onto stone and metal as John Cena strolled slowly, a sad smile forming.

He knelt before the tombstone said to hold the ashes of Snoop Dogg. "The world is in danger, and the demons again are returning from the volcanoes."

Silence answered him, but a slow waft of weed blew through the air. John Cena knew Snoop Dogg's spirit was watching and so he continued. "I served my people well, and now I must serve the world. Just like you."

The Bing Chilling Ambassador slowly faded into the wind, his powers engulfing his form. No one knows where the illusive man is now, but legends soon arose of demons being cut down by floating guns and ice cream.

The Bing Chilling Empire birthed a hero, and in time, became great friends with the Weed Republic.

To this day, the name Snoop Dogg, and John Cena is uttered with reverence and worship. Even as humanity travels the stars, there remains the legacy of the two great men who saved us all.

Snoop Dogg's spirit remains in the clouds, and John Cena's, in the very air over earth. Together they watched in eternal vigil over the cradle of humanity, until the very last days of our species.

Only then, they may rest.

Now forgotten.

The end.

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And thus ends the crackfic. Goodbye forever...