Adventures of the Viking-kind Part 0.04

A few days ago, I was busy walking around the forest, looking for some acorns, when I noticed a big cloud of smoke coming from a hill sticking out from the trees. I thought that it probably was a fire and fires do not make good fire wood or boat building material. So I headed over in the general direction of the smoke, and ended up stepping into the inn. I nearly forgot that the forest was burning down, but I eventually remembered when someone came running in, yelling something about smoke and fire and something I was not listening to.

Being the bravest and the drunkest of the patrons, I marched myself out of the inn and headed for the hill. Well, I probably did not march, since I was really drunk and I heard a lot of crashing and screaming, but I do not remember causing any of it. Anyways, on my way to the hill, I became engulfed in the smoke rolling down from it. I must have been really drunk because the smoke smelled kind of funny and, before I knew it, all kinds of magical things happened. I honestly floated instead of walking. Magic smoke or really drunk? I did not know, I was not listening again.

Eventually, I slowed down and laughed at my feet, when I could find them, that is. I normally do not laugh at feet, they are too sensitive and refuse to walk when I make fun of them. I got to the top of the hill and saw this really weird-shaped guy sitting there, smoking what looked like a tree stump. He smiled and waved at me and I fell over and laughed at him. I normally do not laugh at hands either, they can be a great great source of affection if you are lonely. There were these really weird sounds coming from around this guy that I did not understand. I mean, it kind of sounded like music and I honestly tried to listen, but it was just too weird.

At the end of the day, this dude told me he was half alien, half Mexican, and half viking (from the waist down). I do not really know what that means, but I guess that makes him very gifted if I take myself as a reference. He offered me some of his tree he was smoking, but I got really hungry so I floated down the hill, laughed at some squirrel wearing a helmet, and ate half an ox before I even got the fire going.

And there you have it. That is how I met Soundwavesphoton.
Peace, prosperity, and promiscuity to you all!

Disclaimer: I have no idea whether or not @soundwavesphoton is guilty of any actual illegal activities. @sqrrlspy also still owes me a squirrel song.
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