You got a interview to do with Roky Philuks who is trying to get the attorney general position at the white house. Security is pretty tight where you are going to talk with him so you'd better just get good and baked now. So you swallow a couple boxes worth of Dramamine. While waiting for that to settle in your stomach its three tabs of X. You get in the car and you make it to the bunker alright. Things are looking kinda waverly now and you just smoked a imaginary cigerette thinking it was real.