Three of Pablo's men came, holding Uzis. 1: "Are you -blam!-ing kidding me?" 2: "So, I guess doing drugs is bad now, considering it's one single joint." 3: "This guy is rètarded!" He said about the man with the knife. Pablo stood, moving the blade away. "I'm sure you feel stupid now, so I'll let you live. Walk away." He drew his own 9mm pistol. [spoiler]I hope you're joking.[/spoiler]