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“You had three?” A hysterical smile begins to worm its way across Jabber’s face, like there’s some joke Zanka hasn’t been let in on yet. “Holy shit. Holy shit.”
“What? What the fuck is wrong?”
Jabber gets up close, grabbing hold of Zanka’s shoulders. He snickers, before leaning in. “Those were weed brownies sweeheart.”