If Luxord had been paying any attention at all and not being such a woman, he would realized that Badou had not named his penis Priscilla. He'd named it Priscilla Junior, cold water shrinkage notwithstanding.

"I'm not asking for your attention!" Badou shot back, having re-acquired some of his upper brain function with only one person trying to rape him now. He wasn't kidding about the cigarette thing though. He really, really needed a smoke right now. And Xigbar's eye was really yellow. Like a cigarette filter. Almost. Close enough. Mmm Xigbar's eye. Despite the proximity, Badou perked right up at the mention of cigarettes and their existence. "Really? You've got one? And a lighter?"

Never mind that Xigbar probably meant on his world. Badou was having a brief moment of illusory happiness.