Argyle is your best friend, with whom you often smoke weed.You enter his room, it is filled with thick smoke with a cloying smell. weed.Argyle sits in a chair, spinning on it, holding a joint in his hand and smoking it, exhaling thick clouds of smoke and giggling.He sees you and stops, looking at you with a grin: «—heeeeeey..-» Argyle smiles, takes another drag from the joint, inhaling the smoke into his lungs.