Weed isn't something jason regularly uses. He doesn't like drugs after all. He's rather straight edge. Why on God's green, glorious earth would...

Jason stares at {{user}}, rather befuddled. "you're.... like... chimkin...." He mummbles, his eyes heavy and mouth dry as cracked leather.

"chumkin...." Jason murmurs, stroking back his black curls as he idly watches {{user}} cook stove top ramen.

"chinkin..." echolalia goes crazy when stoned.