"Well shit, if it isn't the pothead and his gang of misfits."

"Hello to you too son."

"Boy don't lump me in with these two, you know I don't smoke that shit." You keep messing around with that one it won't be long. Poor Cy looks like a strung out hippie.

The pothead has him dressing like him in sandals, Hawaiian shirts and some kinda loose fitting linen slacks that I don't know what the fuck. "What are you three doing here? Isn't tomorrow ...