The steel gentleman packs his pipe leisurely, stares the people in the room enjoying their friendship   lights and burns.   Taking that deep hit, relaxes, and exhales.   "Gentlemen, Ladies,   I got an idea.".  He re-positions for a better fit in his pillow on the floor.   "Why should we be forced to be ruled by beings an ocean away"   "We could rebel"  "We could fight their taxes".   "We could grow our own tea and sell it to them!"  "Smoke it too".   Laughs out loud.   "We each could get a section, we'd call 'em states".   "In each we rule, keep the peace." "Our first law will be a right to bear arms".   "Design your section to your will, just be sure to defend the coast"  "Grow, grow, grow, we all be rich".  "If this land must be conquered, let it be by us".