[He nods a little bit and suddenly remembers his original quest.]
Mr. Cool needs his smokes.
[Like. Twelve of them all at once. Memories he'd tried to shove under his mental sofa had been stirred into the air like dust and now he needed somewhere to sit and veg out.]
[action]
Mr. Cool needs his smokes.
[Like. Twelve of them all at once. Memories he'd tried to shove under his mental sofa had been stirred into the air like dust and now he needed somewhere to sit and veg out.]