"We’re out of beef," Jet grunts, not looking up. "And bell peppers. And fuel."
He finds Blue Note in a basement bar that smells of cheap tequila and ozone. The hacker is barely twenty, eyes wide with a manic energy. Cowboy Bebop
Faye looks at him, her eyes uncharacteristically gentle. "You look like you saw a ghost, Spike." "We’re out of beef," Jet grunts, not looking up