[ Scout puts his hands on his head and puffs a breath of revelation, which soon stretches out into a long wolf whistle. You didn't expect him to take this gracefully, did you, Spy? ]

You know, I kinda thought you might have some horrible skin thing goin on under there.

[ He almost thought Spy was just smoke trapped in a fleshy prison. ]

Jesus, what's wit all da hair, ya hippy?

[ He starts to laugh a little, a shit-eating grin just stretched ear to ear.

As far as he goes, yeah, he's alright. The guy he went jockey on didn't hurt him and the cops only beat his ass a little. The bumps and bruises will be tender, but he didn't pull his stitches and he didn't have to get a splint on his nose like Spy. ]

Oh man, dis? Dis is good.