[At the mention of his hair and eyepatch, he'll earn a look over top to bottom from Badou] Better than a shitty ass mullet. What the hell year do you think it is, the eighties?
[rolls his eyes and takes a nice, deep puff of smoke into his lungs before answering.]
Oh, sure, and I just like to come fuck around on benches in my spare time. 'course I don't.