"You can at least give me a bed sheet," I said, trying to sound reasonable.
He made a point of slowly pulling out a lighter, clicking the button so a blue laser could light the cigar, taking a long tug, and puffing it out before finally saying, "No time for that."
"Yeah, right," I responded, abruptly going on the offensive. "What, do they send brutes to make sure new comers are too scared to put up a fight?"
His grin is all the answer I needed to know my sarcastic guess was right.
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