Fudge on the Mountaintop

There is a stash of fudge I am hankering to get my hands on at the top of a very tall mountain. It will take several days and top quality fortitude to make the journey to and from, yet I am sure it is worth it. I went to the head shop and bought myself a young tattooed hussy to make the journey with me. She will keep us well-supplied with mind-benders and tie-dye outfits (that's right, head to toe). From what I understand the fudge is well worth the effort - it is a balm of sorts that smoothes over blemishes of the mind and neglects of the soul, creating a warm, baby-in-the-tub sensation that I have been searching for since infancy. Even though my mother bathed me in an alligator-ridden swamp, still, this is the sensation I seek. My departure is imminent.