420 Scrolls and a Bag of Chips

In the grand Library of Chillwind Keep, Where dusty scrolls and wizards sleep, A secret wing held ancient scripts— And one crunchy bag of enchanted chips. The crew snuck in past the snoring sage, Found “How to Smoke Through a Dimensional Cage.” A monk in sandals cast “Melt the Fridge,” Then vanished inside a Dorito bridge. 420 scrolls, each puff a spell, One turned the bard into a Taco Bell. The druid read “Grow Weed on Mars,” While high elves rapped about Saturn’s bars. The librarian cried, “This knowledge is cursed!” Then hit a pipe and reversed the verse. Now every book smells like terpenes sweet— And the Dewey Decimal's got the munchie beat.