There was a case. Comrades moulded the grass and decided to smoke it somewhere in the fence, which they successfully accomplished. One man, having decided that he was enough, went home. Others still stopped and, coming out of the forest, saw at the stop the same man who was supposed to have left an hour ago. There was such a dialogue:
Are you doing heroes here?
I take the bus...
...??? to
The bus is coming in, I stand at the door and I don’t go in, the bus is waiting and leaving... already the fifth fuck! >_<