magical midgets

the midgets that comprise the Joint Task Force. Their homeland is magical, their technique is unsurpassed. Where they roam, nobody knows. One can only assume they are not visible to the naked eye (unless they are rolling a joint, of course). They don't speak to humans and if they did, our hearts and brains would explode in utter happiness and excitement (it would be like taking all the weed and acid in the universe and takin it all in at once). Their only known purpose is to roll joints and occassionally a blunt. They are the ying to our yang, the good to our evil, the happiness to our sadness, and so on.