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As has been reported elsewhere, Melkor is in the bar, having enjoyed a series of more Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters than most sentient beings can comfortably comprehend.

The Vala, however, is unfazed. To him, they simply taste... rather fruity.

Better than the scumble he tried yesterday, at least.

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Ew, Spider would have said, had he been in the presence of scumble.

He isn't too fond of Gargle Blasters either, but then again, alcohol doesn't do a thing to him.

No, it's simply appearance that draws him over. And he sits down right nearby, rolled-up marijuana in his mouth and hat tipping mostly off of his head. He sort of looks like a bum pothead hippie ... except for where really, he isn't human.

"Well, hello, old chap. What brings you by?" Spider asks, as if he's known Melkor his entire life.

At this point, Melkor is not one to refuse a friendly word. Particularly when it comes from one with an inhuman power radiating from him.

"Asylum," he says simply.

"Oh, quite good, my friend, quite good indeed! It's rather really appropriate of a place like this one. People, seats, bedrooms, plants, gardens -- the plants, they're fab, and the music, and the people, and the plants, and ... right."

Spider grins.

And offers him the pot, calmly.

"Smoke?"

Melkor eyes the joint in silence for a moment, then accepts it. He has a passing familiarity with pipeweed, so he gleans the purpose of the item easily enough.

This, however, is not pipeweed.

And so, Melkor takes his first hit of marijuana and passes the joint back to Spider.

He rolls the taste around in his mouth for a moment.

"It is... not unpleasant."

"It grows on my floor upstairs. Fine stuff for coming from nothing but my fingertips -- then again, plants do that. I'm agriculture. They call me Spider. And I'm one of those too. Nice to meet you, chap."

He's still grinning.

As with the alcohol, the pot does not have a strong effect on him, but it does have the beginnings of an effect.

"I am Melkor who is named Morgoth Bauglir. And I suppose that I am all of those as well."

Spider sniffs the air.

"I have never heard that tongue before, my friend. However, I can say that I posess other names as well - that of Anansi, of Anassasem, and whatever else you may like - and my name is what I am, is my power, is my function."

Typical Trickster speech.

"I have great love for those of your ilk, then, friend Spider. Many of your kind have ever been companions to me."

He will always have fond memories of Ungoliant and the friendship that she gave to him ~~even if she didn't look like Elizabeth Hurley~~.

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