"One thing?" Spider raised his eyebrows. "I would have a constant entourage of the most beautiful and exotic whores, a much larger paycheck and a direct spy feed into the offices of the current President."

He looked down to where he was absently stroking the cat beneath both her chins. For her part, she was taking advantage of his distraction to hook out a paw and help herself to his cigarettes. "The cat? She eats gekos... and she's not afraid of making her opinions known. Plus," retreiving the pack and holding it out of her reach, "she always remembers where I left my cigarettes."