Chapter 2


a New Friend�or �fellow hippie�


Gandalf was running to platform 10 5/8�however there was a bit of a problem�he didn�t know where the heck it was! He tried asking the Police, but after taking one look at Gandalf and his lovely beard and stench, ran as fast as their doughnut filled persons could carry them.

�Man! I can�t find my train�s station�why am I going anyway?...oh yeah, opportunities, mmmmm pot�.� Said Gandalf.

Just then Gandalf saw another bearded man, but it wasn�t an eleven year old�he thought he�d give it a shot. �Hey man�um�were you by any chance a bearded eleven year old once�?

�Are you kidding? I still have my U.B.O.Y.P.S. T-shirt! Yay I�m normal!!!�

�um�not quite...say are you going �Middle Earth��

�Ya my 700th year there, you need help getting to the platform thingy?�

�Ya I do� say, why are your eyes bloodshot�?�

�Once a hippie, always a hippie.�

�you got any more?�

�tons. They don�t let us have it in middle earth, supposedly it�ll ruin the culture.�

�wow! Look at the time it�s 7:27 and 3 seconds we better hurry�um what�s your name?�

�Saruman�.what�s up with hippie�s and naming their children bizarrely?�

�I don�t know I think It was the drug influence�jeez that explains a lot.�



�So Gandalf and Saruman went as fast as their pot-filled pockets would let them go. Will they make it on time? Where is the platform? When will they run out of pot? Why am I asking you these questions? Your lives are too bleak and meaningless to ask� �tell me, why did I agree to narrate this?�


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