(As you wonder about an abandoned factory, you hear a raspy conversions and a strong whiff of gross chemicals)

Weezing: No, these barels are mine. If you want some tasty toxins, go bug another Koffing or something.

Koffing: you have like.... 10 barels, what's wrong with one?

Weezing: It's mine, that's what (They both look at you)

Weezing: Oh great, you here to bug me too?

Koffing: heheheheh, hello human, quite a curious one, huh?