"Listen, old man. We need to talk," Will said.
"Sure, man," Jacob said, putting down his guitar. "You wanna score some ..."
"No. We're not customers, you old fool," Will said.
"Will, don't be so harsh," Shirley said.
Dismissing Shirley's comment, Will pushed onward. "If you don't start doing your hippie thing somewhere else, you'll regret it."
"Man, you gotta chill. You got, like, so much anger. I got this drug that'll ..."
"Are you not listening? I said we're not interested in using your stupid drugs."
"I wish you were, man," Jacob said. "Then you'd see how good they are."
Suddenly, all four of them had this strange feeling wash over them. More than anything, they wanted to try one of Jacob's drugs, even though none of them ever had any interest in taking drugs ... the illegal kind.
Jacob eagerly showed them all of the different concoctions that he had created, then each of them chose a drug and took it.
