Fuck it have a tier list. I gotta say though I really disagree with the tier list, but I'm too lazy to make one for myself. Harry would definitely not be S tier, the fisher lady would be though. Super chill.
— The Union leader raises an eyebrow. "Oh, do you, Harry? Excellent! Truly wonderful. I'm certain you'll find many men in the Union who would share your moral position on drugs. Not that they use them, of course! It would be both illegal and extremely unprofessional to be under the influence of drugs at the worksite."
— He's lying. He doesn't know that you're cool, yet. Everybody lies to uncool people.
— People don't think I'm cool?
— What? No, everybody thinks you're cool. But you're a cop, so he's expecting you to be a narc. Narcs aren't cool.
— "So, you wouldn't mind if I...smoked in here, would you?"
— "Actually, Harry, I would very much prefer if you didn't smoke anything in my office. It's my lungs, you see. Can't handle all of that second-hand stuff. It's nothing against you personally. You can step outside if you'd like to spark up." Evrart grins, tapping his fingers on a stack of papers. "Besides, there's still the matter of your missing gun to attend to."
[Hard: Success] — Nobody tells you what to do, least of all a civvie. It's time to show him what happens when someone refuses the request of a uniformed officer. You'll have to wait until he clocks out before you can strike, but he'll come back in the morning to the skunk-scent of a message.
I can easily see her smoking. She's chilling at the docks on one of the few nice evenings where the wind isn't blowing, the kids are tucked in, there's a nice bonfire going, the day tomorrow is looking to be easy... She could light one up. She's not a bonghead, she knows her limits and what's good for her, and she understands she has responsibilities so she can't let loose, but she can relax.
Listen, Harry.. I know how high you must feel right now. But you must understand that it's for the good of the movement, harry! We're going to space together
"Harry, have a seat and smoke this green. You're damn right I'm up to something! I'm going to make you as high as a kite. That's my job. Just like yours is to keep the peace."
The chair you're sitting on has got the be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. It's violating your backside.
Nah that guy reminds you the 100 réal is a loan. Hed count the amount of puffs everyone did and then ask for the exact amount of money that would equal