a mighty fine evening

my conspiracy theory hippie co-worker honestly asked me if i were a government spy ala patriot act.
he was serious.
i was laughing.
i told him that i'm not the kind of person the government would be enlisting to help them.
who better to infilitrate parts of society than those that are already in it? was his counterargument
i didn't have a response to that.
if i was really a spy, i wouldn't tell him anyway.
mischeivious laugh.
i'll just let him fester with this little idea that i may be a government spy sent to infilitrate the overnight crew at upscale hippie grocery stores
which according to the cia, these are places where a lot of terrorist activity is planned and carried out.
i need a way to mess with this kid. hardcore. i want to plant little seeds of paranoia in his head til they take hold and grow into large, large plants of paranoia.

suggestions welcome.