[b]As soon as he had stopped, he heard her clapping. She had put the lit roll up in her mouth, letting the smoke leak out the corners of her mouth. She was half-smiling, the other half holding what was presumably some time of marijuana or similar plant. She stood up now, going over to the table. She squealed in delight when she set upon it. The snacks had regenerated, the blood-soaked ones replaced with newer ones. She grabbed a bowl of some type of chip, and walked back over to him. She put the bowl between the two of them, and took the joint from her lips, puffing out some more smoke. It was an impressively long stream this time.[/b] “They redid the snacks! Isn’t that great! Now I can slake my drug-fueled hunger and self-loathing with food instead of more drugs!” [b]She picked up a potato chip, and ate it.[/b]