"No!"
Hmmm.
"Well, we'll have to resort to my back-up supply," you say to Milty. "C'mon, little buddy."
You take Milton's hand and walk outside to Poppy's graden.
Careful to step on all of Poppy's young growing vegetables, you reach the far corner of the garden.
"Here it is," you say. "I don't know how this stuff got here... must grow wild or something."
Milty nods.
As you kneel down and pick yourself a batch, you continue speaking:
"Me, I just shmoked a lttile of everything in the garden 'til I found this stuff worked best. Just a process of elimination, really."
With two giant handfulls, you and Milton walk across Poppy's vegetables and back into the basement.
You plop down each handful onto some old newspapers, and roll them into two super-phat blunts.
"Shmoke up, lil' buddy," you tell Milty, handing him one.
Milty whips out
a lighter with the symbol for pi on it, and lights yours up, then his own.