( spike was this close to rebutting that little 'smart ass' comment, but the moment johnny sat back and began to draw out a cigarette, he immediately shifted his focus elsewhere. it seemed the two had a struggle in common because much like himself, he too had struggled to find a pack of smokes that wasn't laced with aphrodisiacs or came from that 'weird smoked egg lounge' that he certainly didn't have enough chips to afford visiting.

so he moved a bit closer, holding the beef stick in his lips as if it were a smoke and decided ultimately to 'rub shoulders' with this guy. besides he didn't seem like the worst company. hopefully. )

Yeah yeah but can't a guy complain just a little? We're being asked to compete with that after all.

( an eight foot long monstrosity that looked like a rotting limb. )

Is that right? And tell me, what kind of man are you?