Drake went inside to double-check the merchendise. He knew that some people had sticky fingers, or less self-control when it came to food. In a way, he couldn't blame them-- rationing sucked, even when there was a food source at the local Wally World. The ganja guys there probably had the munchies just as much as someone who didn't partake in the herb.

A thought suddenly struck him funny as he took inventory. [I]I wonder if they bake the chickens before they cook them?[/i] he thought. He grinned, chuckling. "Pot for every chicken!"