"I'm already on enough stuff. Besides, weed smells." He wasn't against the idea of weed but he was no longer sixteen and cared about how he smelled so the weed was off the table. He looked at Minjun, unsure why he was doing him any favours. Especially after that kick to the balls. "Don't worry about it, I can handle the boss."

He couldn't but he was sensing there was no easy way out. Delaying the inevitable was pointless. "Don't do fifteen, he'll beat your ass for interrupting. If you wanna be dumb, give it half an hour. Twenty at the least."