Lenin had been simmering with anger ever since Willard had cheated him out of $6 in their last deal. No one cheated Lenin, not even Willard. It went against the very principles of the revolutionary crack dealer. He had planned his revenge meticulously, waiting for the right moment to strike. The opportunity presented itself when Willard invited him to his basement for a deal. Lenin arrived at the appointed time, carrying a dynamite stick and a lighter. As he entered the basement, he smiled at Willard, who looked surprised to see him. "Hey, Lenin, what’s up?" Willard said, trying to sound casual. Lenin didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the dynamite stick, and lit the fuse. As he threw it towards Willard, he heard a faint rumbling sound and felt the ground beneath his feet tremble. The dynamite hit the sink and exploded, sending bits of porcelain flying in all directions. Lenin laughed manically as he watched the chaos unfold before him. But his laughter turned to fear as something emerged from beneath the sink. An entity so ancient and terrifying that it defied description. The Great Old Crackhead had awakened. Lenin stood frozen with fear as the entity fixed its dark gaze upon him. Its cracked and loving pipe seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. Lenin knew that no man could smoke from that pipe without being consumed by its power, but he also knew that it was the only way to salvation. The Great Old Crackhead spoke in a language that Lenin couldn't understand, but he knew what it meant. Smoke from the pipe, or suffer the consequences. Lenin hesitated for a moment, but he knew what he had to do. He stepped forward and took the pipe from The Great Old Crackhead's outstretched hand. He lit the pipe and inhaled. The world around him faded away as he slipped into a euphoric haze. He felt his mind expand, his senses heighten, as if he had become one with the universe. He was no longer Lenin, but something greater. Something that defied description. As he exhaled, the entity disappeared, and Lenin was left alone in the ruined basement. He didn't care about the chaos he had caused, or the fact that Willard had escaped unharmed. He had experienced something far greater than revenge or crack. He had experienced the power of The Great Old Crackhead. From that day forward, he became a new man. A true agent of chaos and destruction, driven by the power of the ultimate drug. A cosmic crackhead in human form.