He stops, turning to eye Justin down. Get a right, proper scrutinizing up and on he does. He'd be a fool to trust this motherfucker.

But they are both avoxes. Were. Whatever. The point was that, in all liklihood, he wasn't the only with an itch up under his skin and all in his veins to be turning things wall spotless.

He shrugs his shoulders. "SURE. Why the fuck not. HE'LL GET US BASINS AS WHAT TO USE AND SUCH NOISE."