Spider briefly weighed the pros and cons of wearing the seatbelt as opposed to constantly standing up in his seat and swatting at zombies as they flew past. One way would spare him the horrible high-pitched danger noise. The other way allowed him to constantly stand up in his seat and swat at zombies as they flew past. He opted for option C. He fastened his seatbelt and jabbed at the cigarette lighter with his finger. While waiting for it to warm up, he turned to S.T.

"Want a cigarette?" he said around a mouthful of cigarettes.