Smokey was currently sitting on the bench next to some, creepy, 200 year old-looking robot thingy. Smokey was pretty aware of the rules of baseball, quite frankly because he was from earth. But these new rules seem to suit him better, the destruction and chaos was so much more satisfying than preventing it. Why was he on the angels side again...? No matter, his friend thor was in trouble, he was being swarmed by a pool of Cthulu spawn. Smokey pulled out one of his vintage, black dust, mesquire, 1970 cigars, and cut it with his claw and then preceeded to ignite it with his fire breath. He then took in a few puffs and chunked the cigar as far as he could in the direction of first base, landing it directly in the middle of the group of Cthulu. Hopefully that would by thor some time to get to first base. (Incase you dont get it its a bomb)