Alien ware. Not like the computers. Like, anything grow oriented that was made by outer space aliens. Like, Marvin the Martian space aliens.
Shipping and handling costs may be prohibitive. Returns, impossible. I'm going to setup an intermediate shipping point between Earth and the outer space aliens. Like that place in Kentucky where you can ship something overseas on the cheap. I'll call it, 'Gingerbeard's Milky Way Delivery.' Bezos and his bottle rockets will need to be dismantled so I can get an interstellar monopoly. Might require ninjas with PhD's in rocket science. I can't touch B himself, as he only ever appears in hologram form. Since OSA weed grows different than Earth weed, grow equipment will need to be crazy technology. If you get your seeds from the Martian Seed Company I'm going to start, you'll need the merchandise I'm going to outer-import. Y'all'll get discounts on y'all's first orders.
I'm going to bed. I'm way too high to be in front of a keyboard and an audience. Shouldn't talk business.