You. Are. Smoking. Pot

One time my roommate walked into our dorm room, saw smoke from the incense I was burning, and started having a literal panic attack. She was clutching her heart, hyperventilating, and fell against the wall. I asked her what was wrong. She said, between gasps of air, "You. Are. Smoking. Pot." It was really difficult to stifle my laughter as I reassured her that it was just incense that was burning. She eventually calmed down, but was still worried we were going to get busted for the incense.