The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

>Unfortunately, that punch isn't quite enough to make up for the lifetime of torment and bullying Thomson had to endure. Surprisingly, it's Burnside that restrains her to prevent things from going too far.
>That right hook had a bit too much payback in it. Thompson is out cold.
>Dang-it. You can't interrogate her if she's unconscious. Maybe Estvan could do that bowl thing again to see into her thoughts.
>Estvan: Be puffing about a dozen of those weedsticks all at once with no effect. You've been around awhile. Everyone else is just a lightweight.
>Burnside: It's up to you to interrogate that stoned buck. Crack your knuckles and grab your knife. It's time to earn your keep.
>Adler: Here's a thought, what if you put all that tainted weed-bread into a stew and offer it up to the opposing side as some sort of honorable gesture or peace offering. Your stew is so legendary that they'd eat it no matter how suspicious it was. Then when they're all sprawled out and pondering if reality is real, you just walk in and plant your flag. Boom! You win. You do have a flag right? That's the most important part.