He was prepared to argue that. Why would anyone trust him with the questions? He was easily distracted and had a habit of getting lost in tangents and mirrors if one happened to be near by. If he weren’t such a self centered creature Big Tobacco might have realized that his companion’s nature reflected his own – especially when they were together.
“Huh.” There was a brief show of Don searching his pockets. A vague memory of rolling cigarette filtered through his mind and he had used a particular piece of paper…
“…we’ll ask him everything we can think of.” A brilliant plan. There was bound to be an answer Stephen wanted. Eventually. Maybe.
Lifting the bat there was a swing and the sickening crunch of ribs.
“Why does the Earth revolve around the Sun, Joe?!”