( Eddie nods as he takes a hit of the joint, blowing the smoke out with a contented sigh. If there's one thing he can count on, it's weed to take the edge off an otherwise terrifying situation. Now, if only he could block out the disturbing image of Chrissy that keeps creeping out of the darkness, reminding him of what he just witnessed. )

A bat with nails, ( Eddie repeats, regarding Steve with awe in his eyes. ) You continue to surprise me after all this time. ( He manages a small smile before it diminishes at the thought of having to use any kind of weapon. It reminds him too much of scheming with his father. Shit, if his old man could see him now, what would he think? Probably rub it in his face that he ran, reminding him that's the Munson way. )

I guess I should get some training in. Y'know, if I am to survive this horrifying ordeal that you've apparently gone through before. What the fuck. ( He hands Steve back the joint before covering his face with his hands and letting out a frustrated groan. )