Last I checked, cocks don't have a dozen squirmy little legs on them!
[He nearly shouts in a fit of annoyance. Despite how ridiculous this conversation might be, Johnny does have a point. Listen, don't question Johnny. Spike is speaking with a man who suffers from thalassophobia. That means he's deathly afraid of the big blue nothingness and its endless sea denizens.
This also means that Johnny doesn't like eating anything that has more than four legs. He's picky like that.]
You can keep your sea roaches to yourself, choom.
[He grumbles before retracting his offered cigarette in favor of a pull. Johnny isn't sharing his cigs with some sea roach eater. Hell no.]
Also, what about all the mercury, huh? Don't tell me the Earth you're from is pristine.
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[He nearly shouts in a fit of annoyance. Despite how ridiculous this conversation might be, Johnny does have a point. Listen, don't question Johnny. Spike is speaking with a man who suffers from thalassophobia. That means he's deathly afraid of the big blue nothingness and its endless sea denizens.
This also means that Johnny doesn't like eating anything that has more than four legs. He's picky like that.]
You can keep your sea roaches to yourself, choom.
[He grumbles before retracting his offered cigarette in favor of a pull. Johnny isn't sharing his cigs with some sea roach eater. Hell no.]
Also, what about all the mercury, huh? Don't tell me the Earth you're from is pristine.