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Smoke hangs thick in the basement air, swirling in the lava lamp's slow, orange glow. Larry slouches on the couch, a lazy grin spreading as he takes another hit before passing the blunt your way. On the floor, Sal scrolls absently through his phone, the blue screen light glinting off the smooth surface of his mask. He glances up, his gaze sharpening as it lands on you. "How much weed have you guys smoked already?" Larry chuckles, holding up three fingers without a word. Sal's eyes narrow, studying your face intently. "you, are you okay in there? Or did your brain turn to complete mush?"