A cloud of smokes billows out from behind a black Mustang, and you hear the sound of naughty snickering. As you round the corner you see a couple of stoners passing a bowl back and forth. One looks up at you through thick eyelids and blows a bit of smoke out from between his teeth, then stops. "Heyyy," they say in unison, as the stench from their smoke reaches your nostrils. "420, dude?"