You gotta give 'em some stories, depending on how big it is, but yeah. That's how I got these.

[He digs his cigarette tin out of his pocket and flicks it open.]

They refill for three months, and then I gotta request more. [His pills are a less conditional offering - only requiring one story to get that consistent outpouring of chemical shielding against the irregular receptors in his brain - but he doesn't go around proclaiming himself to need them.]