Paul Runs over to tthe place called Tobacco Row. Above him the robot indians are tassing cigars and packs of cigerettes down on the crowd. Eagerly he scoops up a handfull of both and stuffs them into his pockets. Paul looks around trying to find something to light them with and sees a rack covered with lighters. Seeing other do it he grabs one and runs off. He sits down on a bench and lights up his first cigar after biting off the end starts to smoke. He coughs a little at first but after a while he gets used to it. Before he knows it he has smoked almost a whole pack and a half a dozen cigars.
He then starts to feel a little sick. At this point a woman dressed as a nurse asks him if he is feeling alright.
"Not really." Paul replies.
"Come with me." She says. "There is a place where we can help you."
He then passes out.