"Because that hotshot? She disappeared, and now we're down to me, Mrs. Reyes, Kyle, and volunteers to bring in juulan through hand outs and Kedan check ups. I'm not gonna start grabbin' coins hand over fist just for my needs! Now shut up, so I don't miss!" Because so help him, Jim, he will just to spite you if you keep bringing this up!

"Honestly, a job," McCoy snorts as he changes the dosage on the hypospray. Can you really imagine him working a regular job, Jim? It would be a disaster--Actually, it wouldn't even get that far because no one would hire him. No one! So, you're stuck with a beggar. At least he's a beggar that keeps you alive.

With his thumb poised on the plunger, he presses the head of the hypospray against his carotid vein and injects. But, instead of the gentle hiss it usually gives, the alloy cracks and the broken heel of the plunger slices straight through the pad of his thumb.

"Shit!" It falls to the floor with a clatter as he recoils, trying to keep any blood off of their clothes. "Goddamnit!" As much as it stings, he's more pissed that one of his few hyposprays is now broken. It's one less in a place he can't get them replaced! "Oh, well, this is just great!"