So wait.. there’s an old hippy lady who you have to meet in a random corner of your town at the same time every Sunday who sells you the stuff she grows and you take it and run it to the owner of the local “pawn shop” who NEVER runs out of money, is constantly buying random stuff, and is willing to pay different, sometimes exorbitant prices for “turnips” each day?

Hmm… Here’s a picture of Reese in her troubled youth years.. before she settled down and “went legit”.