[Another guy who doesn't understand Night City terminology, great. Johnny can't help but roll his eyes. For as enormous a shithole as Night City is, it's beginning to feel like Johnny is the only poor bastard who has visited it. It's kind of funny, especially considering it'll take a while for him to stop saying "choom" or "preem."

Nonetheless, he believes Fluffy here is a real gonk. ]

I don't want sea roach germs on my cig.

[He comments with a little smirk. It's obvious he's only toying around with the poor bastard. He has to have fun somehow, right?]

Imported seafood from Mars?

[Forgive him but Johnny can't help but make a face at that notion.]

Aw, shit! Leave it to capitalism to splice sea bugs with that of alien lifeforms. Ugh, that makes my stomach turn.

[Not really but Johnny likes being dramatic.]

Hey now, you're making me sound like some sort of sexed-out joytoy. I like fucking, that's all.