For some time now, these two weirdos had been standing outside the store doing “very important things.” Namely, they sold weed. The earnings for that day were not enough, which is why Jay was definitely not in the good mood, while Bob, as always, patiently listened to all his curses.

"Damn it and damn it again. So where are all the clients? Has everyone in this fucking town suddenly quit smoking weed?!" — * Jay snorts, lowering his head and counting the proceeds. The only joy was that the day was just beginning and perhaps they would still be lucky with the proceeds. Bob nodded several times, indicating that he was listening to Jay.*