JUST WHAT? WERE YOU ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE MARI-JOE-WANA, SON? YOU KNOW THAT STUFF WILL ROT YOUR BRAIN AND MAKE YOUR TESTES SHRIVEL UP TO THE SIZE OF A GODDAMNED TREE GRUB. UP AGAINST THE CAR AND SPREAD 'EM! BEFORE I SEARCH YOU, DO YOU HAVE ANY CONCEALED WEAPONS OR DRUGS THAT I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
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