Joke or not, Casey still shot Vinnie a short look as he set his PSP down beside him and crossed his arms over his chest. If Vinnie wanted a cage that would take his fingers off...

"If my construction can't stand up to that of Petco, I no longer have any reason to live." Already he was thinking of things he could do that would prevent a mouse from escaping. Frankie's current cage must really be a piece of shit.

As anyone who knew Casey decently would expect, his face turned the barest shade of pink at Vinnie's answer. "Yea... I suppose that's a benefit of summer coming?"