Punchy's face lights up as if there's a fully-functional LED screen hovering just beneath his skin. He nods quickly. "That's pretty natch, unless you figure how to reverse the shit beaming them visual and audio."

Mouse has proven himself not to be a threat by the way he just gives Punchy an opening, as if the truce is absolutely agreed on. Punchy flops into the spinning chair at the projector booth.

"First dues I paid these bizzles, I tried slapping some monkey shit up out of the busted tech. Didn't pound worth shit, but I can always try it up again."