"This sounds... Kinda bad?" He can't believe it. He, of all people, has to come into a conversation and talk about drugs being bad. It betrays his very essence. He's going to have to apologize to his weed bush when he gets back home.

"Kinda bad like 'I take these drugs and worg out and eat someone's brain on an ice cream cone' kinda bad. I think right now I'll settle for not bein' alive, if that's the cost of livin'. Maybe some day, but..."

He hesitates a moment. In a weak but hopeful voice he asks, "You sure you haven't tried the power of friendship?"