[ Tell me if this, uh... stings? I don't know, whatever. Rhys looks mildly horrified. No part of this is supposed to sting. He starts to wonder if Rick's technology is too different from his, if he should have just attempted to fix it one-handed, but there he is, already getting to work. So, he figures he'll just let it happen and regret it later if need be.

Flatly: ] Do— Do I want a hit.

[ The answer is no. One of them should probably not be stoned for this. ]

How many of those do you even have? Don't tell me you've been spending your entire time here making blunts. Oh god, you've been spending your entire time here making blunts, haven't you.