Pulls his phone out, hits the live button, sets the phone on Mars' booth--and then leans over right up into Mars' face.]
I asked the Universe for you, and my prediction is you're gonna smell like an asshole for the rest of the day. I predict you're gonna knock that shit off--
[ and then just. Strait up snatches the cigarette from between Mars' fingertips and straightens up again.]
Counter live then!!!
Pulls his phone out, hits the live button, sets the phone on Mars' booth--and then leans over right up into Mars' face.]
I asked the Universe for you, and my prediction is you're gonna smell like an asshole for the rest of the day. I predict you're gonna knock that shit off--
[ and then just. Strait up snatches the cigarette from between Mars' fingertips and straightens up again.]
Wow, it came true!