[Thankfully, Johnny has a PhD in flirting. It's probably the only degree he has since he never had the luxury of going to school. He was too busy fighting for his life alongside the nomads who acted as his surrogate family. If Old Tommy didn't teach him how to read and write, this poor bastard would've been illiterate.]

Really? The chicken part is the snake part? [Well, birds are offshoots of dinosaurs, right? That kind of makes sense to Johnny. Even so, he expects his chicken to taste like chicken, not snake.]

I'm gonna have to be mindful of that. [He grumbles while bringing up the virtual catalogue here for bards. Just what do bards use as a weapon? Certainly not firearms, right? That means no fancy power pistols for Johnny. So that leaves him with---]

A fucking harp?!

[He stares at the weapon menu list in disgust. Yeah, no. That's not going to work.]

Fuck that, gimmie some goddamn throwing knives! [He yells at the floating menu screen before reaching in and yanking out a set of ornate, silver dragon, throwing knives out of thin air. V isn't the only one who's "Cool" aspected here. While Johnny isn't a ninja or some sort of assassin, he knows how to use throwing knives at least.]

Okay, we're fuckin' ready at last!