[Drugs? Drugs?? confused dog headtilt. In the middle of nowhere, it's not like there's much else to do, but Podunk never really got that memo... It was hard enough to get his friend's brother to visit and buy cigarettes for them...

Well. It's the time for thinking about alcohol, not that.]

Great to hear. I was missing the pockets. [With his stupidly skinny jeans. He folds his hands behind his head to think.] I usually do distraction anyway. I hope it'll be in bottles and shit, and not just come out the replicator like a soda fountain... Can never tell with this place.