Merlin's Magic

Steven Miller

I sat at the Round Table with Merlin. "Now Merlin will provide thee with this supplement from afar to gash thy hassles asunder and to convey thy armistice of cognizance." Merlin pulled a small bag from his robes and held it before me. I took it.

I acquired my bong and dribbled some of the dust into it and ignited it. I inhaled for an elongated period and felt instantaneously mollified. "Such phenomenal deeds doth this magic work, thy bong do it not righteousness!"

"Merlin thyself could not ascertain a bong in all the reaches of the heavens to surpass the divinity of that dankest of weed," Merlin proclaimed. For once, I agreed with thee.