Yellow & Blue: WeedNYToHawaii Yellow&Blue

The twisting timeline due to the effects of New York's nuclear marijuana finally spewed the blue-yellow sofa into a much more sane dimension. No more destroyed concrete buildings, no stock affairs, and most importantly free from the threat of being attacked by ancient financial predators. BOING! Their sofa landed softly on the green grass of a hill in Hawaii. In front of them, there is a vast view of the Pacific Ocean. The afternoon sky was reddish orange, gently graded with light purple, creating a very dramatic sunset landscape. The typical Hawaiian waves chase under the hill, producing a natural melody that contrasts with the silence of the dead earth that they are used to seeing. BBQ Party Without Ego Limits "Ahhh... this is called the VIP path time travel," sighed Yellow while spreading his jelly body on the yellow sofa cushion, letting the warm sea breeze hit his face. "The sensation of flying this time is indeed a bit premium. That New York plant has a classy taste of the past," said Blue whose hands were busy flipping a large fresh sea fish on a small campfire. As timeless time travelers, they have learned one important thing from human extinction: how to catch fish using elastic nets extracted from their own arms. Now, the freshly caught fish is being burned, giving off a savory aroma that strangely blends perfectly with the scent of the remaining eucalyptus oil and menthol from their bodies. "You know, Yellow?" Blue began his philosophical conversation while staring at the sun that was slowly setting on the horizon. "Humans used to be willing to throw nuclear warheads just to fight for territory and power. In fact, what they need in life is very simple." "What is that?" Yellow asked while chewing the soft grilled fish meat. "Sitting on a soft sofa, eating grilled fish for free, while watching the sunset in Hawaii without having to pay tourism tax or thinking about mortgage installments," Blue replied coldly but deeply. The Irony Behind the Twilight of Hawaii Yellow nodded passionately, his watery eyes reflected the golden light from the sunset. "That's right. They are busy making passports, visas, and hoarding digital banknotes on Wall Street just for a vacation to a place like this. Finally? They even destroyed themselves before they had time to enjoy retirement." They were both silent, enjoying the moment of cosmic peace. The afternoon wind is blowing more calmly. Their grilled fish had been devoured without any leftovers, leaving the true satiety on the supple stomachs of the two herbal creatures. For the Race Mr. Plantae, Hawaii this afternoon is the highest satirical proof that the universe is too beautiful to be destroyed by creatures who think they are the smartest on earth, but in fact they are less wise than the two wind-repelling herbs that are relaxing on the sofa. Blue glanced at the New York weed that was slightly left between his fingers. The magical effect began to slowly fade as the sun disappeared completely on the sea line. "The sofa is starting to feel heavy, Blue," whispered Yellow, feeling the gravity of this dimension starting to pull them back. "Where are we going after this?" Blue sucked the rest of the last roll deeply to trigger the remaining cosmic psychotropic energy. His herbal body again emitted a faint purple glow in the middle of the darkness of the Hawaiian night that began to fall. "To a place where humans have not had time to create the concept of money," answered Blue plate. "Let's fucking gow."