"Okay. Gimmie it."
August: Oh! You want one?
"Yeah."
August: Ok...
He hands Kat his pack of cigarettes and his lighter
He lit the pack of cigarettes on fire and threw it onto the ground as they burned.
August: HEY!
He glares at Kat
"No more cigarettes."
August: What!? Why!?
"It makes your breath stink."
August: Seriously!? You know I can just get more, right!?
