[ Never one to care for such novelties, Stan looks the piece over with little interest. Whatever got the job done was good enough for him, the bong he owned just something he'd confiscated. Any employee dumb enough to think he wouldn't notice a lineup at the register deserved the scare he'd caused when he found them smoking out back.
The table exhibits little of interest, the accumulated litter reminding him of the floor after Summerween (wrappers and gum that’d lost its flavor sprawled in front the television) before he finds the bag Gamzee produced. It's been awhile but it looks about right for an... oh-zee. He'd moved product by the pound, bricks the best packaging technique when it came to squeezing the most into a small space. When smuggling illegal plants across the border, the smaller the space one could hide something the better. ]
Good lord, they teach you yoots any English these days? [ He asks, sitting to the left of Gamzee while he readies the bowl. Motherfuckers wishing at… Motherfuckers? What did that even mean? ] Yeah, I’m familiar with it. [ That’s what he was asking, right? If he knew how to use a bubbler? ]
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The table exhibits little of interest, the accumulated litter reminding him of the floor after Summerween (wrappers and gum that’d lost its flavor sprawled in front the television) before he finds the bag Gamzee produced. It's been awhile but it looks about right for an... oh-zee. He'd moved product by the pound, bricks the best packaging technique when it came to squeezing the most into a small space. When smuggling illegal plants across the border, the smaller the space one could hide something the better. ]
Good lord, they teach you yoots any English these days? [ He asks, sitting to the left of Gamzee while he readies the bowl. Motherfuckers wishing at… Motherfuckers? What did that even mean? ] Yeah, I’m familiar with it. [ That’s what he was asking, right? If he knew how to use a bubbler? ]