Phil doesn't know the smell, which to him is an obvious signal that whatever this substance is, it's unavailable in rural Pennsylvania. Which... well, that's not saying much. Phil has exhausted his drug options in Punxsutawney, but there's only so much you can do with 24 hours and a townfull of clean family fun.

"Yes," he says with visible relief, hold his hand out for the joint. "Obviously. No one told me there'd be pot here."