One corner of Spy's mouth twitched as she gave the back of Soldier a calculated look. She was not sure if he was serious or not. Soldiers, if they were not obviously insane, tended to be very ambiguous about just how cognizant they really were in her experience. Still, the idea was funny and she supposed it was good sport anyway.

"Fine," she said, flicking a bit of ash into the ashtray on the table. "We can start with the Spam and the pancake mix. However, would it not be more productive, or destructive perhaps, to just give me a flamethrower and a barbecue spit?"