Hell ya, Spy. Ready as I'll ever be ta leave this fuckin' Hellhole.
[ He still wants to be ahead of the wave for as long as he can be, moving to open the door. ]
After you, mon sure.
[ He quirks a toothy, crooked grin in turn, ready to run ahead anyway, off to the room where they've stowed all of his crap and then some. Who knows what other goodies they can get, prying open other inmates' boxes? There's also the fact he doesn't know which one is his, so he's pulling open everything he can reach. ]
Holy crap, lookit all these keys!
[ Then there's Spy's suit, the jacket of which he dances with for a hot minute before he finds his Tom Jones memorabilia. He kisses the first statuette. ]
u my forever spy
[ He still wants to be ahead of the wave for as long as he can be, moving to open the door. ]
After you, mon sure.
[ He quirks a toothy, crooked grin in turn, ready to run ahead anyway, off to the room where they've stowed all of his crap and then some. Who knows what other goodies they can get, prying open other inmates' boxes? There's also the fact he doesn't know which one is his, so he's pulling open everything he can reach. ]
Holy crap, lookit all these keys!
[ Then there's Spy's suit, the jacket of which he dances with for a hot minute before he finds his Tom Jones memorabilia. He kisses the first statuette. ]