"Dude, he looks so shiny," said Murph admiring their handiwork as he took another drag on his joint.
"Oooh, yeah. Oh, Murph, I just realized we've been bogarting our joints. Here, Chad-statue guy, take a hit of this. Hm, his mouth is sealed. I know, I read the Carib Natives smoked weed through their nostrils!"
Bob shoved his joint up Chad's nose, " Now inhale."
"Gotta cover the other nostril," said Murph shoving his joint into Chad's other nostril.
Chad wasn't a regular marijuana user, so soon he was wasted. He felt so relaxed, and free. Even though he was immobile under the layers of resin. He felt like he was flying.
"You think he's getting it?" Bob asked.
Murph inhaled deeply and blew it up Chad's nose.
"This is good stuff, statue guy. Hope you enjoy it."
"He looks really nice, but nobody will see him in here. We should put him where everybody can see him, Bob," said Murph.
"You're right, Bob. Maybe in front of the school? Or in the main hall lobby?"
"Maybe mount him on the roof of the athletic building. That would look cool."
Chad was so buzzed, he abstractly thought he might look good in front of the school or on top of the building, but then he thought about pigeons. He decided, he'd prefer the main lobby or maybe inside the gym. He didn't want to be pooped on by birds.
"If we put him outside, birds will poop on him,," Bob said.
Whoa, thought Chad, you read my mind. Oh, maybe I can communicate with him? He concentrated.