He only laughed again at the thought of War with a vagina and took the unlit joint from Marijuana. (He avoided the more attractive features his mind conjured by default: don’t think about breasts, don’t think about legs, don’t think about lips. He thought about a vagina in the most scientific way a high school Biology book could manage, stripping all pornographic thoughts from the reproductive organ as efficiently as it could. He thought about a vagina in formaldehyde. Queen Victoria’s vagina. He grimaced inwardly, then stopped thinking about vaginas altogether.
Guns blinked, only just then realizing that Nuclear Power did have that kind of power, didn’t she? The strength to annihilate not only her followers but Guns’s own followers as well. Most of the time, Guns disliked Nuclear Power because he thought she was a careless fledging of a New God who brings the fun out of a lot of things. He forgot that tiny possibility that Guns, too, was in danger of getting affected by Nuclear Power.
“Strike first, think later, right?” Guns knew Marijuana may be the least likely New God to be liberally vindictive. Industrial and Biological Warfare existed for a reason, after all, and Marijuana covered the opposite side of the spectrum. He shouldn’t be surprised that his friend wasn’t all that excited to interfere and in such close proximity to each other, in that bar, Guns felt a profound understanding of why that was. If he were elsewhere, without Marijuana nearby, Guns would have already given in to impulse and sided with one, the other, or possibly both. “But yeah, it’s probably a waste of time.”
He fished out his lighter from his pants pocket and lit his joint. He took a long drag then blew out the smoke with a slow grin. Yeah, he wasn’t up to fighting it out with Nuclear Power. Not right then. “You shouldn’t worry about your family, man. You’re never gonna die, even with Nuclear Power ripping it in Amsterdam. You’re organic. ‘Nature finds a way,’ and shit like that, remember?” He took another drag, this one longer than the last, then sat up, straightening his posture just as his focus began to soften slightly. "Is that what's bothering you? You're afraid for your family?"