[Spy bristles, high-strung and unfamiliar with being on the butt-end of a joke.]

"Team spirit"? You want me to show you "team spirit"? I can show you team spirit, alright.

[He takes one last deep, quick inhale of his cigarette, then stubs it in the table, right next to his last smoke. Then he plasters on a smile, taking on a hooded stare. Leaning forward on his elbows, he picks up the spoon and shovels some food onto it.]

Are you ready to take my 'ot load into your mout'?