Harry entered the coordinates and the dome

Harry entered the coordinates and the dome rotated into position while the reflector inclined toward the bright pearls in the night sky. A syzygy this auspicious was a bad omen

and as the three planets came into view within the scope of the eyepiece, Harry could feel the hairs begin to raise on his arms. Three planets aligned in perfect occulation of the

purple halo kings. Alfred had claimed direct atomic lineage from the red warren line of kings. Harry would be aboard that landing craft in the form of crystal hologram. Once

they all had accepted their titles & ranks, a swanky and breathtakingly sexy woman walked up, bringing with her a foggy haze. "Carpe diem yall. I've come to get each of you high."

"Like no frikkin way bro. It's the Fairy Bongmother. My idiot friend tol me about her but he was always so baked I never thought she was like really real. Like really really real."

The Fairy Bongmother was a sight to be seen. She only shows up every 5th full moon of the Jupiter Eclipse, and passes out pot brownies to all the good hippies, that have written

poetry on the walls of the White House. Fairy Bongmother didn't appear as we'd expected. She was dressed in a Chanel suit and carried her magic brownies in a lovely leather

hemp clutch purse. Fairy Bongmother was also 8 months pregnant and waddled around the White House. She looked into a mirror and applied a deep red lipstick before turning

into a bong. The Fairy Bongmother took bong form whenever she needed a little love in her life. The lipstick on the mouthpiece was her way of saying "Get Some". The Prez inhaled

and ended up with Monica Lewinski that night. It was the only way to explain it. He was passable, at least. It was her Fairy Bongmother after all. That'd been her excuse all along.