Pratt hates cigars, smoking them makes you look like a douchebag and he despises how soggy the ends get. But he needs his nicotine fix somehow and he hasn't been able to find cigarettes on board anywhere. So he's smoking a cigar and drinking Mountain Dew out of a bottle in a combination that would have anyone with even a bit of class beating him to death with a crystal candlestick.
He has noticed the person talking to a stuffed animal, but since he often talks to a hallucination he's in no position to say shit.
"Nothing, keep on keeping on." He shrugs, leaning his elbows on the table. "What are you doing anyway?"
Tauva
He has noticed the person talking to a stuffed animal, but since he often talks to a hallucination he's in no position to say shit.
"Nothing, keep on keeping on." He shrugs, leaning his elbows on the table. "What are you doing anyway?"