"I would give you all the bars of Twix I have here," Smile laughed. "As long as you cooperate with me. Can you remember how he looked?"
"How who looked?" Marty frowned, wondering who Smile was talking about again.
"The person that took you for some time," Smile replied. "Did you get to see his face. If you did, can you remember how he looked?"
"I didn't see his face," Marty frowned. "But he had a very familiar scent. A harsh scent."
"Like female perfume?" Smile asked.
"I can't say he smelt like mum though," Marty shrugged. "But it's something I've not smelt in my life before. A new brand perhaps."
"He can hear us as we speak do you know?" Smile grinned, staring at Marty. "He is listening to our conversation right now and feeling so smart but too bad for him, I'm smarter. We're coming for you, bastard. Mount, pass me the machine."
