(OOC: Deep in the bowels of the office of the barracks of Mordhaus, 359 lights up a joint because talking to a caf'd-out pirate ship most definitely requires being on some sort of drug.)
Right, I guess it would kind of not be like that at all.
And y'know, you can load whatever you want in it.
...So how'd it feel to go from really big, to like, really small?