Lennon had to snicker at the thought of Marco bartering with the twenty four hours without sex thing, although he tried not to be too obvious about it. He didn't want his friend to think he was laughing at him; it was more laughing at the situation.
"They'd have to," he said to Felix's theory of how the machine might work. "There's someone watching it all the time, and when somebody plays they push this button or that. Our lives are so fucking crazy." He sounded more matter-of-fact than anything else, because yeah. At least they had the option now for some kind of treats given the plain fare they'd had here up until now.