He smiled rubbing the back of his head. "Compared to me you're a kind person. Crazy robot ninjas aren't supposed to be kind people. I've got no problem admitting that I'm crazy. That's the part that throws most people for a loop." He lit another cigarette and continued to filter the smoke for both of them. He felt like a bit of a rebel like he was smoking in the bathroom at school.
"Nope. This is the most fun I've had for as long as I can remember. My brain registers pain as pleasure. If you break me I have a spare body." He took a drag and the filters puffed out white smoke in the shape of a skull like he did earlier. Pulling out a metal plate from his neck he wiped it clean - it was discolored with cigarette smoke and nicotine. Sliding it back in it hissed with pressurized steam and locked back into place. "Is there any particular music you like?" He was cybernetic and had installed music software into himself to pirate music for his own personal use.
The joys of being a cyberpunk ninja - the perks never seemed to end!