one-hundred-forty-five.
Vash:
Time is woolongs. When are you coming?
Spike:
Something weird is going on around here. Where'd you put my gun?
Now what kind of morons are showing up and doing damage?
Whoever you are, I hope you creeps aren't getting any ideas.
((ooc: this is making my day sooooo much better. :D Love you guys. So so so much. Let's get naked and make out.))