Malcolm had the answer to Dave’s nicotine problem, introducing him to the latest thing technology had to offer: The lettuce cigarette. The trouble with this particular brand, is that it tended to act as an aphrodisiac
‘There’s something wrong with these,’ Dave said. ‘Even Al looks admirable after a few puffs. What’s in ‘em?’
Malcolm was absorbed – blowing a rather nice smoke ring deliberately aimed towards Tim’s head – circumventing it. He turned towards Dave with a fixed smile on his lips; blinked a couple of times and said: ‘Dunno’, who cares?’ Then offered a batch to Tim who stuffed his pipe with it.
Dave was less enthusiastic. ‘I’m not sure, Al looks positively delectable, I must be on a high.’
Malcolm observed him closely, ‘Like loves Young Dream,’ he quipped.
Dave balked at the thought, dousing the hallucinatory item in the office receptacle, ”Nuff of that! I’d sooner have a stomach pump thrust down me throat.’