Morning fellas 
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Before I read the line, I thought Willy was up to more science, he seems to be growing trichomes from his being. 
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With the stuff he smokes and grow, I wouldn’t doubt Willy could grow his own trichomes. 
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Wildwood Willy, a four-foot tarsier with a knack for wrangling, just cemented his place in history. The PBR World Championship belt slung over his shoulder.
Yet, the roar of the crowd and the flash of cameras faded into the background as his mind turned to a deeper legacy: the Cannabotanical Gardens. This wasn’t just a patch of soil and leaves; it was a living library, meticulously cultivated by his ancestors to preserve the universe’s most remarkable cannabis genetics, safe from the careless whims of crossbreeding. As the newest guardian, Willy felt the weight of his family’s trust. He remembered the hush of the Cannabotanical Gardens and the quiet dignity of the ancient plants he was now sworn to protect.
The celebration was cut short by the mysterious figure from the arena who left a small, hand-carved wooden humidor box in his locker room. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, were perfectly rolled canna-cigars and a note. Willy’s heart sank a little when he recognized the spidery scrawl of his cousin, Clemmit.
Clemmit’s request was direct: he wanted to submit “Event Horizon” a new strain bred by the solo master DuodecimUnus, a fusion of “Red Tide” X “Quasar Pulse,” into the hallowed halls of the Gardens. Willy knew Clemmit’s mischievous nature, and he understood this may be legitimate but was an unusual request; it was possibly a test…a puzzle he would have to solve.
A cautious tarsier, Willy didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his prized possession, a portable device he affectionately called “Puff N Stuff.” The Molecular Purity Calculator hummed to life as he fed it one of the cigars.
The machine’s light flashed, a soft, reassuring green, confirming the sample’s purity. Willy exhaled, aight then, and carefully packed the box away, his prize belt forgotten in the face of this new mission. The cigar would have to wait.
Willy retreated to the refuge of his hotel room and placed a call to his oldest friend. Moments later, the door floated open, and in shimmered Xylos, a being of iridescent gas and pure energy. Xylos didn’t speak with a voice, but with a language of pulsing light and resonant sound. The air crackled with anticipation as Willy prepared to reveal the mysterious gift, knowing that whatever challenge lay ahead, he wouldn’t face it alone.
Xylos smiled and said let us sample one. Willy cuts the end of one off and lights it as he takes a pull from the cigar and exhales, a wisp of smoke curling lazily from his lips. For a moment, nothing seems to happen. The buzz is moderate, and he feels completely normal. “That’s it?” he thinks to himself, but then he notices his feet aren’t quite touching the floor anymore. A slow, gentle lift has begun. He passed it to his friend as the full effects began.
He’s not just high; he’s floating. He pushes himself up a little and drifts to a height of about two feet off the floor. The sensation is gentle and effortless. He glances at Xylos, who is also enjoying the peaceful easy feeling.
Just then, a sleek, orange cat with a purple beret appears on the pizza box, looking directly at Willy. “Eh bien, mon petit ami. What took you so long?” it purrs in perfect French. Willy blinked, shook his head, and the cat was gone, leaving nothing but a greasy pizza box behind.
He concentrated and lowered himself back to the floor, placing the canna-cigar on the side table. The buzz from the cannigar had just begun to creep in, and he decided he’d already had enough. The strain was definitely not something WilIy nor Xylos had experienced before. At Xylos’ suggestion they started a game of Latrunculi to pass the time while enjoying the effects. WilIy’s mind became ultra-focused. Between moves, he pondered: Why was the cat wearing a purple beret? Why did the purity calculator only show 99.3%? Should he inform the Xylem Agency of this, or was it just a hallucination from some rank dank? Either way, it was a good thing it was Friday evening, and neither of them had to work the next day.
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morning Willy… another great story to start my day… 
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Morning ROG, hope it’s a good one for ya 
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Phenomenal job @WilIy I think you’re on the way to something big here. Love the addition of cat. 
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Another journey awaits Morning growmies 
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Appreciate ya man. That’s the cool cat, powers : Cognitive deduction, Psychometry and Emotion Reading.
Weakness: Cheese
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Morning, hope your day is going well.
Never know where the WilIy mobile will end up
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Love this journey
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Glad to have you along brother
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Thanks for another wonderful story!
I almost laughed out my lunch when I saw the cat, a @kaptain3d Cat! 
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I didn’t notice at first, I was too engrossed in Willy’s adventures 
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Future avatar in your future. @kaptain3d
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Glad it got ya laughing
There’s another Easter egg in there, a little harder to find but worth the search
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Ahhh, I’ll go look again!
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I couldn’t find anything Easter egg notable, other than Xylos the gas man having no genitals. 
I don’t think that’s it, though. 
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Saying ‘It will require a translator’ should help a little
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