We've seen Ray hitting the bong a few times now.
I imagine having a life like Ray...free to sleep in late, drink expensive booze, and get high. I sometimes wish I were a kitty when I see how much fun Milan and Lennybruce have, just lying around, sleeping, playing, rocking the catnip, etc. I tease my little guys about going to the Underground, such as, "Sweet Milan, would you please nip on down to the Underground and get Mommy some more Scotch?" and he'll look up at me with his sweet round face as if to say, "Unnergwownd? I know not ov dis Unnergwownd of which yew speak. Wouwd yew wike to buy a fwoggy hat?"
Then I ask Lenny to put the kettle on, and he just looks at me as if to say, "I ain't got no thumbs, beeyotch."
Once I leave to go to work I know that they're rockin the Alaskan Underground, Lenny just tearing it up in a public house with a Glenmorganie neat and a smoke...while Milan retires to a quaint Underground establishment for High Tea and discusses Derrida and Irigaray with his friends.