a few days after Ford asked and got FiddleFord to work with him on the portal all the way from California, he noticed that FiddleFord would smoke tobacco he wasn’t a fan of it but didn’t really mind since he did grow up in a poor farm, but at some point he saw him coughing and looking like about to falls over so he helped him up a bit Ford: you should stop with the smoking….its not good for you…. FiddleFord: Stanford it’s fine! I can handle it.. Ford: no you can’t! FiddleFord: whatever walks away but passes out on the way out Ford: holy shi- runs over to him