Spike looked as everyone left the room except phil. He looked both ways before pulling out his bong from under the chair. He poured some coffee into it and then pulled out a little bag from his pocket. He ripped off some of a cigarette and packed it into the bottom half of the bowl. He placed a little bit of chronic over top and put the bong to his lips. He lit the the bowl and began to pull. As smoke slowly filled the bong, he sharply inhaled, clearing the bowl and it made a loud popping sound. As he held in the smoke in his lungs. He blew out the smoke after a moment and struggled to put the bong down. "Phil!...Phil! The bong, take the bong! I'm gonna drop it!"