Time passed and Frank didn't come back, but I went on living life. As I kept Frank's mondrian bag, I noticed that it was really magical. Mr Weedy advised me to start selling all that endless marijuana and start turning that luck into cash. I had never worried about money before - in fact, I was the bearer of Egg number 1417, which provided, in addition to prestige, a lot of wealth and occult powers - but Mr Weedy made it look so relevant, I actually ended up taking his advice. I had a lot of money and a lot of marijuana when this whole rat tale started. However, one day, I noticed my bag of marijuana was missing, so I started looking for it, and I found a couple of rats that was smoking my joint. The big rat, with his friend by his side, told me he had stolen and hidden my marijuana bag, and that he would not give me any drag on that cigarette. Fucking bastard! Selfish pothead rat...