" So is this thing such a stereotype" Drago moans as he magically teleported to where everyone was, " i am not a brute, i don't kill anyone anymore, i killed that monster, but i doubt it was sentient".
" But i must ask Lucifer and Geoff, what are your stories" Drago asked polity, but his eyes were staring at Maxwell and the others, the ones he hated the most and didn't trust at all, " we have time to kill".
Drago fished through his cargo pants and bought out one of the cigarettes he had bought in town, he had five left. He used Lucifers lighter to light one of the cigarettes he had withdrawn from the pack. Drago then placed the cigarette in his mouth and began drawing in the poisonous smoke.