“Perhaps…” Said Stella “Seeking approval from others and trying to be something your not, is just another disgusting social instinct we humans must learn to abandon if we wish to evolve into star beings.”

“Absolutely” said Henry, his black beret hat sliding to one side of his head as he shaked with excitement "Fuck the Conformists! We can be anything we want to be! 420! Carl Sagan! Communism, Organics! "

Henry fell backwards onto the ground and started rolling around. “Fuck! Fuck!” He screamed his ticks in full swing. “GET ME MY MEDICINE”

Stella pulled out a big fat purple bong and they smoked it together.

THE END