"In your back? Doesn't that hurt?" he asked, and rubbed at his eyes before attempting to return the smile. And then something occurred to him, and his smile grew a bit stronger. "Ever whacked someone with one on purpose?"
"I've spoken to him on the network on the phones. I called him Mr Satan, I don't think he liked that. But I've never met him. Does he have wi- Oh, right. Yeah, of course." Dan didn't normally think out loud, but he had just had a bit of a shock. His hands still shook a little as he lit up and filled his lungs with cigarette smoke. At least this would help calm him down a little bit. He blew the smoke out, off to the side, and wished he had more beer.