"And doesn't it just figure that I'm fresh out of cigarettes!"

He feels someone tapping on his arm, and looks down into the orange face of one of the Rogue Loompas, who then unrolls the cuff of his smock revealing a pack of candy cigarettes. The Rogue smiles.

"Can't hurt."
Mike takes the cigarette and proceeds to take a puff. Confectioner's sugar wafts out the paper end.