So I walk into a tobacco shop in Watertown, SD the other day, and I ask the nice lady at the counter if they're selling e-cigarette supplies. Obviously enthusiastic, she looks at me and says, "Oh yes, do you want to see what we have?" (Well, yeah, I did come in and ask for it...) "Yeah," I say, "what do you have?" She walks to the back room and comes back with a little black box. I could see the Fifty-One from across the room, but I figured I'd humor her, and I gave the obligatory smiles and nods while she gave her spiel. "Well, I already have one. Mine's a three-piece. Do you have any juice?" "What's juice?" she asks, "Ours don't run on juice. They're electric."