"It's fine since you ain't using it." Greed wasn't sure if he meant that he wasn't using his head figuratively or literally as if seemed he has no real need of it to function, either. Maybe he was making a pun. Unintentionally witty? He'd believe it of himself.

Still, he had a point to make. Snorting and taking up his drink again, he clarified: "Think a little bit and I won't have to do that shit.

If you're not gonna give me even what you know on immortality so far, you're just an idiotic eye soar like this. Smart up or scram."