What if Spy keeps a tiny pack of cigarettes stored in one of his tooth compartments for emergencies when he can’t get his nicotine fix? What if he gets trapped somewhere with his teammates and they watch as, in withdrawal-driven desperation, Spy rips out all of his teeth in search of relief? With shaking hands, he removes a sprinkle-sized cigarette from the miniature pack and struggles to balance it between his lips. He drops the first few, crushes several more, and accidentally swallows the remaining sticks until he’s down to his last. His teammates watch in icy silence as Spy slowly guides the last cigarette to his trembling lips, beads of sweat gathering at his brow. At last, he is successful. Spy visibly relaxes as he searches his pockets for his lighter. The tiny cigarette turns to ash when he attempts to light it.
Spy buries his face in a stamp-sized pillow to hide his tears.