"Hey, easy! It's not good luck to rub," Doug said, squirming uncomfortably. "I feel like Molly Jones back here with you." Doug sat up.
  "Ah, go to hell," said Barry, turning out the window.
  "Look," Doug said, pulling out from inside his green jacket the troll pipe and he winked like Santa Claus.
  Barry wiping away a tear, smiled and said, "Dude."