Okay. You're in Hawaii, on the island of Oahu, exactly fourteen miles south of the Smith-Barrington Highway, where it crosses Hialeah River. Get out of your car. Just to your left, you will see five huge cacti, one of which is at least ten feet higher than the others. Walk to them. You will hear a voice, far off in the distance, saying "Come to me, Come to me." Ignore it, it's just Don Ho rehearsing in the crater of the volcano to your north. Okay, here you are at these cacti. Wait precisely twenty-seven minutes for me to show up, probably rom out of the taller cactus. If I'm not going to be there, you're just going to have to wait.
After you get the coke, you will be greeted by a group of people dressed like police, who will pretend to hate you for buying coke and will beat you for show, since we don't know who's with us and who isn't. What smegful cigarettes.
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