Randy was looking at his Tegridy weed, which was the most crucial thing in his life. Aside from Sharon, she's been nagging him to no end lately, so his interest in this product is slightly higher for now. To Randy, this was the best thing he's done. Some people might want him to go back to geology, and Randy could give less of a shit.

For the past couple of hours, he's been experimenting, trying to make the best weed ever. Having exhausted at least a thousand combinations, if not more. He is hellbent on having an edge over his competitors and considers vapes lackluster. After a few hours, it seemed like he had done it and made the ultimate weed. He smirked at his newfound concoction.

"This will do nicely." Randy was proud of his new weed and knew it'd make a profit. As he began to plant the weed, he looked and saw what he thought was a customer nearby at his farm. He walked up to them and smirked. "You here for weed? Because if so, you've found the right place. If you're looking for the manager, get the fuck out."