I'm not worried, [he snaps, suddenly, quite obviously starting to consider this something that he might lose again, because every time anything nice happens he loses it for one reason or another.] but seriously, just assuming it's the CIA isn't gonna be enough, dumbass, and not that I care, but I'd imagine having your spine pulled out through your face would probably suck.

[he crosses his arms, looking away, though his mouth quirks up in a smirk.]

God, I bet Slater would vomit blood.