Weed Necklace Knife

“Chill out? Just because I smoke a ton of weed and I’m very cool, you think I’m going to chill?” Derek shrieked, pulling the tiny knife out of his weed necklace. “I’m not going to chill! I’M NOT GOING TO CHILL!” He lunged at the Arby’s cashier, swinging the knife wildly. “GIVE ME FIVE FOR FIVE, THEN WE’LL SEE WHO’S CHILL!”