The man after finishing his evening smoke let his pipe cool down before cleaning out the last of the ash and returning it to the rack. It was a good smoke for a pipe that hadn’t been broken in. And he decided it would be broken in with the richest tobacco he had. Once you used one type you usually kept a pipe with the same kind of tobacco.
The next day he arose from bed. He had a good nights rest and was ready for a cup of coffee and his morning pipe. He had retired early, enough money to rest comfortably for his entire retirement. And he enjoyed the simple life in his cabin as much as he could. He brewed a large cup of coffee, picked up and packed the new pipe, and went to his favorite chair on the porch.
Jeff had a long time to think overnight. If he inquired to the Chronivac he could mentally ask how much time was left.
Time remaining: 3 hours 37 minutes 13 seconds
He wanted to change back. But then the man came out of his bedroom. Naked and scratching his furry belly as he made a cup of coffee. He came over to the rack and picked up a couple of different pipes. But then to Jeff’s surprise he was chosen again. He was soon packed. And lit. And puffed on.
Time remaining reset to 12 hours.
Jeff’s heart sank. The smell and taste was too much. And the man’s teeth on his bit hurt. But he was a pipe. And he was serving his purpose.
Jeff was hoping that was it. But soon found he was smoked again after lunch. And that night before bed. And the cycle continued. The man had a new favorite pipe. One he didn’t mind smoking 3 times a day. Sometimes twice if he swapped in another pipe after lunch.
But his new favorite pipe was going to smoked multiple times a day.