Now im going to start doodling steam punk land subs with big drilling devices on the front.
Like in the movie Dune.
MMG stood at the head of his airship, the MMG Airship, and took a big pull of his joint of Blue Lemon Thai. They were almost at their destination. The wind blowing against his long, black trench coat, he took one more drag on his joint and opened the door to the engine room.
There, he found a crew of smokers all taking bong rips of BLT flower and keeping the airship up with their sheer highness. Satisfied, he switched on some 70s progressive rock. That was the signal to slow consumption and rock out for a while as the ship prepared to land.
He then made his way up the metal steps to the top of the airship, where he performed a complex series of bends to open up the canopy.
"You look like you've done that before," someone said.
"Thanks," MMG replied. "I have been working on it perpetually for over 7 years."
The ship descended to ground level, arriving at their destination: Aquaman's lair, which was definitely not just north of Michigan but also west. During the descent, MMG took in the majestic sights of Aquaman's garden/aquarium combination.
The two men shook hands upon meeting, which is totally weird because of
flu. MMG carried with him edibles from Mrs. MMG's stash of ways to destroy Aquaman's evening but give MMG a nice jolt.
"Garden's looking great," MMG said.
Aquaman huffed. "Aw, man. I don't know. There's that one thing..."
"Nah brother, it's great."
Aquaman shrugged and looked off into the distance. His eyes opened wide-ish (he had just had a gummy).
"Hey, aren't those your smokers?"
MMG turned. Half of his smokers were running off to play with the fish in one of Aquaman's aquariums! Now, they were gone. MMG took a deep breath, not even bothering to chase after them.
A rumbling came from the dirt and after a moment a head popped up. He looked pretty much exactly like his avatar.
"Dirtbag!" both cried.
"COCAINE KARAOKE!!!" Dirtbag screamed. This only made sense to people who were also in this universe yesterday, or apparently partied in Surrey in the 90s/early 00s I am guessing.
"What?"
"Nothing. Looks like you need some hash made."
MMG looked wistfully at his ship. "Yeah. Got plenty of flower, but--"
"No problem! I'll make you some from the flower you have on the ship, a balloon, and this stick I found."
That would get the smokers higher, which would make MMG's MMG Airship go in this world, so this made sense. At this point, Milson ran out of steam, so to speak. Or smoke or something.
But here, he wrote up this daydream he had while smoking outside and now you have it too.