"No, nah, I ain't havin' no truck with that shit—" Arthur's reply was quick and reflexive and... not quite as resolute as earlier.
He was thinking about the other stuff Much had shown him. There was this... internet site? where people could do videos and some of 'em were singing songs about him and some of 'em were slinging shit at cops and some of 'em were mad funny and he sort of wanted to look at it again. For... recon. Obviously. Cos, you know, if the cops and the Sheriff and all were using these smart phones now, he ought to know what they could do. Got to know your enemy, see?
He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying not to look too eager. "Let's have a gozz at yours, then."