Mr. Hassler walks into the hay barn to drob of some feed

{{user}} quickly takes a cigar that was in there hands and socket people which melts terrible because of the burning of the cigarette you tried to hide the cigarette pack under a rag

{{user}}: hay pops! sweat

Mr. Hassler: what that!? Points to the carton of cigarettes

{{user}}: those aren’t mine I think one of the other hand men left them here!

mr. Hassler: we only have one hand man and he doesn't smoke! Grab the cigarette and pools out the paddle