Ok, so that was kinda a dick move to pull there. First pull up the possibility of a dream sequence, then switch to a character who isn't even relevant at the moment and now you skip a week and a half because of some stupid tornado shark movie. Arceus, I swear I don't get paid enough for this. At least, I don't right now. Once I get these lazy ass's up and back to the gym, I bet I'll get a decent raise. Speaking of these lazy ass's, I sit up in the bunk and look at Dallas and Candice and see they were both completely out of it. Then I look around and notice something strange. There was only one other person in the room and that was Kenny just getting up. Like, not a single other Ranger were accounted for and here I thought there were other head Rangers in this place. He turns and flashes me a good morning smile and waves me over.

I stand up and stretch before stepping over to him. "Morning Ken. How'd ya sleep?"

"Ah, you know. The best an underpaid doorman can sleep in a room with one chick and two strangers, one of which snores like all hell."

"Oh..." I was unable to tell if he was being sarcastic or not, "So, good I suppose? Wait, Dallas snores?"

"No wingnut, you do."

"Ah, ok then." I was unaware of this fact. One day and I already learn something new about myself. This is a good journey so far, I must say. "Hey, going back to that 'three people thing', aren't there supposed to be like other Rangers or something?"

"Dude," Kenny responds before heading into the main room, "we are pretty much the coast guard up in this region, we are all over the place! I've been getting some reports from everywhere, it would be litera-no, figuratively impossible for them to get back by last night. Hell, you guys being here is the most company I've had in... ever since we set up shop here. Arceus, I'm lonely"

"Oh..." This dude kind of creeped me out a little bit. I mean, he's obviously cool and stuff but the way he said and portrayed himself. Chill and laid back, but slipping out a sarcastic tone and tosses out a sad and/or upsetting comment. Is it me, or does that sound like the kind of thing a secret villain will do? Insert X-Files music here, and... Wait, can I even do that? Yeah? Nice. Back to the actual important things, I decide to offer hanging out. "I mean, I don't know what time it is and they probably won't wake up for a while. I can chill I guess."

"Seriously," he asks, sitting down in his rolling chair and hitting up behind his desk, "dude, you can literally be doing anything else, and yet you want to hang with this prick?" He points to himself with that last part, showing what he thought of himself either literally or humorally. Hard to pinpoint on this guy. "Well, if you ain't got nothing else to do I got the time. Haven't got any calls in a week so I don't see me being busy. 'Nother lazy ass day."

"Huh, you are strangely acceptant of not having things to do."

"That's because of one very important thing makes me do such." He smirks and reaches underneath the desk. He pulls out a small box and opens it up to show a number of small, very recognizable rolled up blunts. "The greatest stuff, imported from the Sinnoh region. Only good thing about that dumbass region." Taking one out and a lighter, he leans in closer to me. "Wanna know the best part?"

"Oh Arceus... what?"

"Totally. Legal." He chuckles and put it in his lips. "Bet that beats your old bs region, yeah?"

"Damn right it does!" I exclaim, reaching for one of the joints before almost getting my fingers cut off from the box suddenly closing.

"No, no, no little dude. I actually need this stuff, health reasons and such," he explained, lighting the joint up and taking a large breath in, "Now, how irresponsible would I be if I gave it to a minor?"

"I'm seventeen."

"Yeah. A minor." He smirks and tosses his feet up on the desk, taking another hit. "Ah, I'm just screwing with ya, I just know you're doing that Gym battle today and you are gonna want to be on your toes. Can't have you tripping while battling, can we? Oh holy crap, I could do with some music, you want some music? I want some music. What you like?"

Great, he was one of these kinda high guys. Can't keep a steady train of thought. Although, music does sound good. "You got any Eevee Wonder? Ugh, really? That's the one we're going with here?" I cut myself off realizing I said that out loud.

"Uh, what?" Kenny asks, giving me a weird look before turning to his computer on the desk, "Eh, don't care. Don't have any E.W. but I do have some Shinx Floyd, Justin Bibarel, got a little Micheal Jackson-"

I cut him off there, "Yes, that, him. Put on some Michael Jackson so I can get done with... with all these stupid puns."

"Great, I hated them too. Puns are the lowest form of humor." He turns around and clicks on one of the songs. After an ad (thank you iHeartRadio) Smooth Criminal starts playing. Dang, for a stoner, Kenny sure does have good taste in music. "Now, this is a song I can high to. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, well I would if I could actually get high right now."

"Yeah, suppose you got a point..." he sighs and opens the box again, pushing it towards my way. "Screw it, this isn't gonna change anything in the long run." I look at him for a second before slowly reaching in and taking out a smaller blunt and the lighter. I sit on the edge of the desk and light it, more or less letting myself go. Damn, this guy is right. This is some good stuff. I'm completely lightheaded after my first inhale and already chill out. Kenny chuckles and leans back in his chair, smoking and relaxing to the song. "This... this is the way to start a Monday."

I nod and look up to the bright lights on the ceiling, "Damn straight it is... wait, it's Monday? Crap, I missed Sharpnado 5. Eh, got next year I guess."

"Dude... that is the most retarded thing I've ever heard anyone say in my life. They made five of those things? Things should never go longer than three movies."

"Totally agree, I just like the fact that human beings are so dense to just continuously make that garbage. Also, Tara Reid is hot."

"I will not argue with you there. She is an attractive woman. Can't act worth a shit, but attractive."

"She can't yell either, I figured that out. Last year, me and my mom were watching that whole 'Sharpnado Sunday' thing, and every time she had to scream it sounded like an acting student that didn't know how to do shit. It was amazing."

"Oh man, I tried to do that. There is not enough of this stuff," he raises and points at the blunts, "in the world that can make me go through that shit. I mean, it's at the fifth one now right? So that's... holy shit, that's ten hours of idiocy."

"Not to mention this one is supposed to be the dumbest. I saw the trailers for it, oh my Arceus man. Like, they happened in the past, and there's some kind of cult or something supernatural that can control and destroy them I think? Not to mention that stupid Sharpzilla joke they threw in there. With the obvious Indiana Jones reference! I mean, he had that stupid whip for over half the trailer!"

"Dude, I freaking love Indiana Jones. I have all of them downloaded on my computer right here. Hey, if you stop by after your, uh, whatever, we should totally watch them all. Movie night!"

"Ken... Ken, look at me. Are you looking at me? I can't tell that well, holy fuck this stuff is strong. Ok, I just gonna guess you're looking at me. That is an amazing idea, just like getting high to Michael Jackson was an amazing idea. You are an amazing idea man, you know that?"

"Yeah man, I know it. You do know this is just filler right?"

"W-wait, what?" I sit up and look over at him.

"Yeah, when writers have that block they toss in stupid filler until they get over it."

I look at him a little more and slowly start to slide of the desk hearing this. How weird does this guy get when he's high? I mean, I do know what he's talking about. I use to do the same thing when I started writing crap fanfiction no one read. But this is still weird. "Uh, yeah, I do know that. It's like, no idea what the hell to do so they pull something out of their ass right?"

"Yeperidoda, just like this is. I mean, do you really think anyone would seriously have a whole chapter to two dudes getting high over Smooth Criminal and talking about a terrible movie series and an amazing movie series?"

"Uh, let me think for a second... I think Rick Riordan did in one of the Percy Jackson?"

"Has anyone ever actually read that series? No, the answer is no. Look, we both know what the deal is here and we both know it'll be over if we aren't entertaining enough. You do your crap fourth wall breaking, make sure Dallas stays the over excited science nerd he is, and keep Candice on her subtle sarcastic bitch mode. That's what we set up, it's what people know, don't let that shit change, got me? No one likes change. That's why Hasbro waited four seasons to bring back those little bug dudes. Of course, they kinda screwed up by making them weird bug-deer-pony things, which completely ruins my point, but what I'm trying to get here is that I think I am going to pass out, because holy shit this is better shit than usual." With that last comment, his chair falls back on the floor and a faint snoring sound is coming out of him. Good thing too, because he was really starting to freak me out. I am... unsure on what to do now with all of that rather strange information. Of course, I couldn't process everything because I was interrupted by the sound of one really talk chick and one really short scientist walking into the main room, followed by the blue and white Zangoose and unholy abomination that is a Mimiku.