[ WP ] What if after you die , you wake up with a bong in your hand and your alien friend asks `` How was it ? `` .

`` I... love... you''. With those final words to my beloved, the breath expired in my chest, and blackness began closing in. I closed my eyes, happy that I'd lived so long. 
 
 My eyes flutter open, and I see a face looking at me. Part of my brain says `` What the hell is this? Where are we?'' 
 
 `` How was it?'' I notice something in my hand, and look down to see a bong shaped like a human being... Oh, right... 
 
 `` Glersta, where the hell'd you get that? Is that what Trodofor gave you?'' 
 
 `` Tros' only got bunk weed,'' my alien friend said, sitting next to me on the couch. `` Got that from my cuz. She's got UNIVERSE class weed man!'' 
 
 My eyes feel heavy, and I realize I am still very, very baked. `` Uh, you got anything to eat? I'm hungry. Man, dreaming like that wears me out!'' 
 
 Glersta chuckled. `` Wait here. I'll fix one of those odd human foods that I like... Enchiladas or Lasagna?'' 
 
 `` Both?'' 
 
 The alien rolled her eyes. `` Fine. Give me a few moments and I'll have the synth make both. Munchies anyone?''
