Do you even know what you're doing? Or where you're going?

I thought you were putting it on.. but no, you're really like this?

Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving.

There are times when I will be 

cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

I wanted to be where

nobody I knew

could ever

come.

That's why I brought you.

And still you make no sense. You bipolar or something?

No, just being myself. If it says turn left, I turn right.

I noticed. You know where we are?

No idea.

Alors!

Yes, holy fuck, whatever.

Can you smell L'herbe?

Yes! That sounds like a plan!

Oui... Let's go buy some..

But you're a cop.

And you know this how?

I just know you are not what you say.. HSI perhaps?

We have one already in the family, but I know what he looks like..

L'herbe. I swear the whole of NYC is baked. And well I can definately 

understand why.

But no one here knows me.. Or you.

Let's go then.

In the bustling, legal high stinking streets of New York City, the 

mysterious investigation into this unknown situation unfolded further. As 

they followed the scent, in an attempt to mingle with the masses, they 

stumbled upon a man with a message, his eyes wild with fear and 

desperation. With quick wit and sharp intellect, they attempted to - and 

succeeded to piece together the puzzle of his words, uncovering a web 

of deceit and danger lurking in the shadows of the city that never sleeps.

Agent Orange, please take me with you.