Scabbard stared blankly at the man as his spoke, taking the occasional bite out of the cabbage he was holding. It was difficult to tell if he was truly paying attention or not: With his bleary, baggy eyes and neutral expression, he looked like his head checked out of the conversation before it started.

"...Barreled?...Ah, man, nah..." He eventually replied with his soft voice. "I didn't see nothin'....Was just on my way to grab a bite to eat for breakfast at this restaurant I like....They got these little doughnuts they put powdered sugar on n' stuff, you ever been there? Great place....."

A pause.

"............Wait......I don't got any money......"

Another pause. A bite of cabbage.

".........Anyway, where'd that veg-killer go?"