SIPHO is lying on the floor clutching his belly, writhing in terrible pain.

SIPHO: Andile help me, please … help me. I'm dying from the stomach pain here. It hurts … it hurts so much.

ANDILE: Arosta.

SIPHO: Ar … what?

ANDILE: Arosta. It's part of the come down.

SIPHO: What's causing this?

ANDILE: The rat poison in the goof.

SIPHO: What?

ANDILE: The rat poison leaving your system.

SIPHO: You never told me we were blazing rat poison!

ANDILE: The drug would kill us if we smoked it clean. The rattex is part of the mix … it keeps the blood flowing.

SIPHO: How can I make it stop?

ANDILE: There's only one way, my bra.

SIPHO [desperate]: Tell me what it is … tell me.

ANDILE: You have to smoke more.

SIPHO: More?

ANDILE: It's the only way.

SIPHO: Do you have any more on you?

ANDILE: Of course.

SIPHO: Let's blaze.

ANDILE: Not so fast, Cheese boy … you're going to have to pay up from now on. R25 bucks a hit. That's four hits for R100. That should keep you going for the rest of the day.

SIPHO: What about the rest of the week?

ANDILE: You going to have to find the cash for that.

SIPHO: I don't have any money.

ANDILE: That's not my problem, bra.

SIPHO: Ai Andile, help a friend out.

ANDILE: I'm not a charity, Cheese boy.

SIPHO [begging]: Please.

ANDILE: This is my business. My boss will kill me. You have to pay upfront from now on.

SIPHO: I don't have cash on me. Pause.

ANDILE [glancing down at the new sneakers SIPHO is wearing]: What about those?

SIPHO: These were a birthday present.

ANDILE: I'll give you a week's supply.

SIPHO: Ai, voetsak! Once I get rid of this pain then I'm going to stop smoking this shit forever.

SIPHO: What's so funny?

ANDILE: Ha! You think you can turn your back on whoonga just like that? SIPHO [clutching his stomach]: Hurry up with that blaze man.