Only if he clicks his heels and repeats three times: "There's no place like Nome, There's no place like Nome, There's no place like Nome" as specified by the Wizard of Odd.
hell yea. I suggest by putting all those pesky marijuana smokers into a concentration camp, we'll call it a joy camp. Can't have them eating cheetos and smiling while thinking about the origins of the universe... we need more of the people who only think about acquiring more worthless paper!