The next Monday, as you return, you can barely stop thinking about your experience. Even though you didn't gain any weight from the forced stuffing at the buffet, you still hated it. You're not thinking about that, though.
What you are thinking about is that chewing tobacco. Let's not beat around the bush here, it tasted GOOD. Nevermind the possibility of getting addicted to it, you wanted more.
Eventually you found what you picked out as the Alpha Male of the group, the one they called Cletus, while searching for him as everyone was leaving for home.
Cletus found your seeking out of him to be quite amusing. "I reckon you want more of this here chaw."
"...Yes, I do." You felt a twinge of guilt.
Cletus chuckled. "No need tah be sheepish, boy! Nothin' wrong with lovin' chaw. Aw, you'll get over it. Tell ya what... I'll supply you here with this tabaccah if you do me somethin'..."