Whoever the drug-pusher in this building was, they were breeding some really excellent stuff.
Still, Parker had to admit the that good detective didn't seem like the type to indulge. Then again, honor roll students never seemed the type either, and look at how many drug busts resulted in the loss of scholarships. But no one, not even a deep-baked druggie would spout out that level of nonsense so seriously, and certainly some of what he said seemed to match public opinion on the apartment message boards...
"...I have to admit, I don't think I even know how to respond to that..." It was a lame answer, but it was true. Time travel? Physical transmutation? Rhymes?