Sure, if t'e first t'ing you desire in your mout' after all t'is time is somet'ing phallic, go for it. I t'ink I'd rat'er somet'ing like pasta.

[Gotta get them carbs.

If there's one thing Scout will learn by being with Spy outside of prison, which was a huge exception to this rule, it's that Spy is often over prepared. The whole prison thing was a fluke caused by his foolish graciousness to his teammate.

Spy kicks something under his seat and a metallic thump answers him.]

T'is is my car. Everyt'ing I need should be 'ere.