"So yeah," he says, taking another hit off his joint, which seems about 3/4 burnt by this point. "We're in the Zonnnnnk Roooom." He gestures sweepingly, though his movement, like his speech, is slowed, as though he has to concentrate on every sound he's making.
Of course, you're concentrating on every sound he's making, too, and the speed makes it easier to digest.
He exhales to the side, his eyes flicking to yours to watch for a reaction of some sort. Have it now.
If it's avoidance of his exhale, he leans in slightly and finishes the exhale in your face.
If it's fascination with the exhale, he continues the stream of smoke, slowly, away from you, slowing it down to a crawl, then sucking it back in like a long, foul-yet-delicious-smelling worm.
If something else, pick one. Your brain made you do it.
"They send us here when we need a refresher," he picks up where he left off, still slow, ponderous, deliberate in his delivery, but he's powering through it a bit more, as though he has to get it out before he ...
"forget the last time I was here, but this time they said I needed to spend the day here. I'd been adding figures in my head, I guess, and..." he pauses to take a sidelong hit off the roach, "there was something wrong with that. I don't care at this point," he giggles slightly through the smoke in his mouth. "I didn't want to come here, but now I see you're here, it's pretty all right." He smiles and bumps fists with you, which you meet instinctively. His fist is the one holding the roach, and it causes a distracting little jiggle of smoke around his hand. You lick your lips, but ... they feel ... somewhat fuller than you can remember them being. If you can remember them being anymore. What the hell . . .
"The better to smoke you with," he chuckles, and flips his fist upright in a feat of prestidigitation, presenting the joint's angry, conical, flaring orange and black glowing tip like a burning ember before your eyes. Zonk... room... rules... there were rules...
You struggle to remember, and he chuckles again. "420, dude."