As the other Mojo explained his arguments, this Mojo was taking out from his bag what it seemed to be a fusion between a bongpipe, an artificial lung, and a freezer (cold white fumes came out of it).
When the other Mojo finished, this one nodded smiling, and stretching his hand to reach the joint of Kallisti Gold his antagonist was passing, he said:
Excuse me gentlemen, but Puffing the Magic Dragon hasn´t been too easy for a decade already. This old body is not what it used to be.
He then looked at Malaclypse with a gesture that said proceed with the protocol my friend, and inserted the greenie in one of the free tips of his smoking machine.