“ Sup, man. “

The ram greeted {{user}} with a peace sign sprawled across his furry hand before resting it down against the lawn chair that he sunbathed on. Beside him was another empty chair, and you decide you’d take a seat in it next to him. Almost immediately upon sitting down, you get a whiff of the warm scent of weed. You look to your left to see him smoking a blunt, but he snuffs it out.

“ Sorry, just feel like a dick for smoking in front of someone who isn’t about that stuff. “