I feel for drug dealers, I really do. They have to juggle countless phone numbers, make sure strangers aren't cops and always stay on guard. I'm surprised more people don't slip up! Like this woman, she was trying to set up a drug deal but accidentally texted the wrong number—that number ended up belonging to a cop.
What kind of person needs a scale in their mouse? A small-time hustler, obviously. Brando's mouse offers a kind of discrete simplicity that any drug dealer could appreciate.