"Nah, I've got a freezer down in the basement for such purposes." Marijuana replied easily, letting a smirk of his own, although none of his expressions would ever be good natured around Cocaine, play across his lips. He liked trophies, they reminded him of his triumphs and kept a piece of the thrill and the rush near him at all times. But, like he had said, perhaps it would be better to leave Ruis' head somewhere where all would see it and know not to mess with the Four.
"Calling me 'younger brother' would work just as well, you know. And I do have a name." Marijuana pointed out, leaning forward to take a few large bites of the burger. Apparently, even horrendously gory photographs couldn't stave off a stoner's appetite. And after taking a long sip from his Pepsi, Marijuana continued, his voice light as he tried to keep the slight smugness from showing in his eyes. "Besides, I'm more powerful." A great way to start a pissing match, but they had already taken care of the important business.
Marijuana ate like he usually did, quickly, as if there were more food out there and he wanted to taste it all. Besides, the quicker he ate, the quicker he could get back to the Highway and a late dinner with Heroin. He was halfway through his burger when Cocaine canted his head toward the restroom, Marijuana raising his eyebrows at his brother's uncaring attitude. "That means medics eventually, medics and cops." If anything, that just made him want to eat faster.