Stanley, now known as Stan, sat in the bustling headquarters of his non-profit PAC, “No More Highs.” The irony of his situation was not lost on him. He, who had once been powered by the very substance he now sought to ban, was leading a crusade against it. His journey from the moon had changed him, and he was determined to change the world in turn.

Stan’s campaign was gaining momentum, but not without opposition. The pro-weed lobby was strong, and they ridiculed his extreme stance. They painted him as a fanatic, a man who had lost his mind on the moon. But Stan was undeterred. He had seen the power of the glowing marijuana, and he knew its potential for destruction.

His opponents didn’t understand. They hadn’t seen the creature on the moon, hadn’t battled it with moon rocks. They hadn’t felt the surge of power from the marijuana fuel, hadn’t experienced the terrifying glow. They hadn’t laughed in the face of absurdity, hadn’t found solace in a copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. They hadn’t lived his journey, and so they couldn’t understand his mission.

Stan knew he was a man of extremes. He had always been. From his obsession with the moon to his homemade rocket, from his battle with the creature to his glowing marijuana fuel, he had always lived on the edge of absurdity. But he believed in his cause, and he was determined to see it through.

His campaign was not just about making weed illegal. It was about saving humanity from its own folly. It was about preventing the world from falling into the hands of creatures like the one he had battled on the moon. It was about ensuring that no one else would have to experience the terror and absurdity that he had.

Stan knew he was fighting an uphill battle. The pro-weed lobby was powerful, and they had the public’s ear. But he had something they didn’t. He had the truth. He had lived it, and he was willing to die for it.

As he sat in his office, surrounded by campaign posters and donation forms, Stan couldn’t help but laugh. It was all so absurd. He, a moon enthusiast turned marijuana-powered astronaut, was leading a crusade against weed. He was a man of extremes, and this was his most extreme venture yet.

But Stan was not deterred. He knew the stakes, and he was willing to fight. He had battled a creature on the moon, and he would battle the pro-weed lobby on Earth. He had been powered by marijuana, and now he would power a campaign against it. He had laughed in the face of absurdity, and now he would laugh in the face of opposition.

Stan was a man of extremes, and this was his extreme. He was determined to succeed, no matter the odds. Because he knew that in the battle of good versus evil, the stakes were always high. And he was willing to go to any lengths to ensure that good prevailed.