Mikkish paused "What?" 

But then he started to understand.

"Ah, yeah. All the time. This world is wrong. I should have been born a millionaire, in a low infestation zone. Then I would never have to flip burgers in a kitchen where those giant 12 legged spiders keep getting in." Mikkish smirked, as he looked in his bag to make sure everything was as he left it. A brief surge of panic hit him. His mind thought of a leather bound book, written in a lost language and untitled, which was his that he would never just give away.

But then he realized there was no book. What book, anyway? He felt stupid, for a second following the momentary panic. It was probably all just a habitual fear from when he lost books back in high school. 

"Well good to know at least you wont go through my shit...yet..." Mikkish said to Joe "By the way, ya think the laws here are different? I mean...its owned by a company. The company is a US one, but the island is owned by the company and not the US government directly. And I only ask cuz I wanna see about getting into one of the night clubs around here and take shots. I wonder if the partyin here is crazier with this magic."