"Yeah, sure, gimme tha', 'nd thanks, ya know? Fo' teachin' and da bean - assumin' y're givin' it." [i]Blood trickled down Jason's armour like crimson raindrops down a window, leaving red paths. Most of his hair was burned away with the flesh, completely -blam!-ing the Joseph Joestar look he had going for himself.. Though, that should be fixed with this simple bean.. Though, he'd still have one helluva scar. [/i]