tracer: ‘ello there love! fancy purchasin’ a bit o’ skunk? wouldchu loike som green stuff?

winston: i uh…have some…cannabis back in my lab…if you uh, wanted to join me..i swear i’m not a cop

reaper: i am a cop. u want some weed tho lol

junkrat: the fohck yew mean aye’m not s’posed to eat tha bong too, m8

moira: you are not getting any of my fucking weed you little foolish incel *runs away from  you*

torbjorn: *already so stoned he cant even hear you* hëheh, hä ämemer tiemë