(This is what happens when a non-smoker gets tired of kissing a smoker.)
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"Mean!"
"Wha..? How is offering you a smoke mean?"
"Don't you know what's in those things?"
"Yeah, it's a cigarette. Tobacco. Paper. Some cotton for the filter. Bit of glue."
"And when was the last time you saw a tobacco or cotton plant around here?"
"Uh…"
"Have you ever broken one of those things apart? It's fibers, not crushed leaves."
"Yeah…?"
"There's only one major source of fibers on this planet, Wolfwood. And you're sitting on one."
"You're telling me…"
"…that you're smoking Tomas fur."
As Wolfwood scowled in disbelief at his cigarette, Vash turned to the girls and winked.