You stare at him in shock like a deer in headlights. You want to run, but for some reason don't. The only hope for you is that Ben either thinks you are a hallucination or else he is very friendly when he's baked.
It is clear that he is pondering whether you are real or a figment of his imagination. He grabs something off of his bed and tosses it at you. It looks to be a sock. You start to run, but it is too late. The sock lands directly on you. The weight of the heavy material knocks you down and pins you on the ground. It smells awful - a mixture of pot and heavy man sweat. You start dry heaving from the stench of your new prison.
Next thing you know, the heavy weight on top of you is lifted. Being lifted off the ground makes you scream. Ben holds you in front of his face. Glazed over eyes start to comprehend who you are. "Shit man, what happened to you?"
"I'm not quite sure what happened to me. Could you please help me?" you plead. He crashes back down onto his bed and lays you on his humongous chest. The skin is very tan and heat emanates from it. He lazily says, "Just relax little guy," he sucks hard on the joint, holds it in, and then exhales it directly on you. The cloud of smoke fills the air around you and you start to cough.
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