>_> And so....she carrys on her expadition. Very slightly and sneaky. One foot in front of the other. Her mind awake for several days in neverending thought. For whom did she need to destroy? A black man sat bolt up on his chair, lifted his index fingure into the air as if to declare something genius. Lily waited, antticapation overwhelming her. "The bong, my child.", the black one said in a prompt vioce. "Oh yes,", lily managed to speak. "Give it to me, sir." The black man wait, as if examening her for worthyness.

She grasped the bong with the right hand, having the fire thrusted into her left. She brought the opening to her mouth and the fire to the bud,and inhaling in the smoke.