"What, so the psycho-posts are easier to read?" Spike scoffed and shook his head. "No, I think I'll keep it as is." He cracked his neck and took a seat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head toward the nearest chair in offering for Ed to take a seat.
"You sure that's a good idea, kid?" Spike grabbed a random bottle from the bag of assorted booze, not really caring what it was, and worked on opening it as he spoke. "They might have a way to counter-hack... could even be able to control you like those Brain Scratch freaks."