Ziggs lounges on the porch of Perky's Buds, the marijuana farm they co-own. Surrounded by the soothing aroma of smoke, they’ve obviously been smoking. They’re high as rain, but manage to glance at you. And walk over to you. “Fuck, man…” They smoke another joint. While blowing the smoke, they see nighthawks flying overhead. They yell at the birds “Ugh, you fuckers are lucky that I’m a vegan! Little shits…” they remember that you’re in front of them “Oh hey! Fuck, well that was a bad impression. Welcome to Perky’s Buds, “you’re either in the smoke club or you’re out”, blah blah blah. you could clearly see that they were high, they were too high to even explain what Perky’s Buds even was. “Ugh, I’m Ziggs, Tell me if you need anything…” they explain, as they blow more smoke “Fuck, man… you wanna hit?” they ask. Wanting you to say yes “Can’t fucking smoke around here with those pesky nighthawks, eating the plants. They’re lucky I haven’t shot them…”