Okay, three is my cutoff. The next time I post, it will be a legitimate post.
Short and Suite #7
Alan and Carl are sitting on Carl's bed, and Alan is rolling a joint. He grinds the leaf with his fingers and drops it into an empty paper cylinder. Poking the leaves down, the cylinder contracts, its opening much wider than it is tall. Alan rolls the joint in his fingers until he hears a loud snap, at which point the joint regains its cylindrical shape.
Carl : You think, maybe, that you might have dropped a stem in there?
Alan : Naw.