Imagine it. You light your blunt as per usual, but as you begin to drift off, something strange happens. Suddenly, an orange portal opens up, spewing hellfire and heat. A man is thrown out. His hair is black, combed and short. Scars cover his body and face. His moustache is instantly recognisable. “Holy shit, is that Adolf Hitler from World War 2? Known for his famous quote, “Every world has its war”?” you ask yourself, extremely stoned and confused. Hitler looks at you, his eyes scanning the room, paranoid from decades of eternal torment. “There’s no torture devices here! What kind of tricks are those demons playing on me now?!” he screams. Suddenly, a large buff anthropomorphic lion bursts into the room, baring a D.A.R.E shirt and a 357 revolver. He fires two bullets at Hitler into his chest and throws him across the room, blood splattering the wall. The lion roars, and squeezes Adolf’s head, with so much pressure it bursts in an explosion of blood and grey matter. The lion, covered in Hitler’s bodily matter, turns towards you and lunges at you. He swings with his right arm and hooks you right in the face. The lion then strikes you in the ribs, crushing your internal organs. He unleashes a rapid volley of punches onto your body, instantly breaking 158 of your bones in a matter of seconds. He picks you up by your feeble legs and slams you against the floor, cracking your skull. He unleashes one final attack; a strong kick to the head. You wake up panting, holding your blunt in your hand. “Man, I’m never buying from that guy again.”