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"Epoxy" Larry interrupted: "Ah, come on. The stuff that Kerouac was smoking wouldn't approach the potency of a bottom leaf of this plant. The best they had back then was low grade Mex. But then again, maybe he smoked some early strains of the good shit." Dave raised the waterpipe. "Yeah, I guess. Well, whatever works. Aren't we fortunate today to have considerate pioneers who, through careful selective breeding for potency, have blessed the earth with excellent weed !" Dave took in a grandiose cloud. With a clownlike grimace he held it in his lungs. Larry motioned impatiently for Dave to pass the device. "Well, I know one thing and that's... I'm high already." Dave exhaled the spent air and added: "Guess what ?" "What ?" "I'm glued to this chair." "Huh." "No -- you don't understand. I'm GLUED to this chair." Larry looked at the seat and indeed Dave was writhing in epoxy. Stunned, Larry leaned forward. "You're..." "Told you..." "...really glued there." Dave sprang to his feet with the chair pivoting, balanced on his back, and as he contorted back and forth, the chair held on with a dogged barnacle furiosity and would not budge. "Shit ! This isn't funny !" The chair was in fact not moving and appeared almost as a natural outgrowth of Dave. "Guess I'll have to sit down, then." Dave resumed the appropriate position. The chair was no longer wrestling a hold but was now an inanimate object. When Larry focused on the Chair, it glanced back at him with a wooden coolness. The epoxy was gone.