Oh yeah, it's definitely code, Aunt Eda. We go hang out and get ripped. Just totally baked. In fact, we just got done painting the shed. 420 blaze it.

[He says it in the same dorky-sounding voice he always has, the words sounding utterly alien and ridiculous coming out of his mouth. He's banking hard into the fact he just is absolutely not the type, for the sake of comedy.]

You're raising a real juvenile delinquent. I'm a man on the edge.