Gyp looked at the joint Mal was returning for what seemed ages to Mal. The Episkopos words seemed to take the journalist to his own private Idaho. Some minutes after, and when the joint was already unlit, Mal said Well if you are not going to smoke anymore, at least give me the lighter Skripto!
This brought Gyp back, as he shouted Never! Then he shook his head rapidly, and said Sorry Mal, here you have the lighter, how much time was I away?