"I can just give you the real thing if you want it that bad [I]toots[/I]" Barbas said, putting an extra strain on the word toots. He rose from his bunk and took both his prison jacket and his white T-shirt off and tossing them aside, revealing his chiseled and haired covered upper body. He then walked over to the door to his cell, his sickening, fanged grin placed on his face. "Oh and by the way toots my favorite trick has to be attack." He called out with another one of his deep laughs.