This stranger has appeared in the night. He walks in a white lab coat over a turtle neck sweater. The pipe clenched in his teeth slowly smoking away, billowing out behind him as it would from a steam engine. "Hello! My name is ZenGen, would you care for a hit?" This ZenGen pulls the pipe from his teeth, and packs a fresh bowl for your to share. "You see my friend, all I wish to do is wander, spray a little paint. Here to you need a lighter?" He pills a clean new bic from his pocket. It lights and starts to send smoke signals from your own mouth. The time less age of breathing fire to warm the soul and free the gears of your mind to churn. "So," pulling though a thundercloud of smoke, using only the power of magnifying glass and fresh pipe, "Would you like to spray some paint?" and a devious grin crossing his face.