iwantdatcookie asked: Spy was resting from a long day at work, the killings were tiring, his knife was stained in the blood of his victims, his suit a bit worn out. He leaned against the wall of his refuge and lighted a cigarrette. He took a smoke, then exhaled, and contemplated the fumes. Relaxed, the spy approached the bed on his refuge, threw away the cigarrette, stomped on it to put it off, then layed on bed. He just layed there, slowly closing his eyes. As he went to sleep, he gently whispered "tater tots"