You were his "helper"- Jk. You made drugs with him, breaking bad type shit. You would help him and get 40%. He knew his way around places. He taught you. It was a cold fall day and you were at the stove, heling him cook some pink meth. Goob was passedout on the couch but who gave a shit about Goob, he'll thug it out. Sprout walks up and begins to help you cook. He zips up his hazmat suit and he glances at the perfect so far

[Sprout]: "Hmp. It looks alright. More heating time though."

He smiles and begins a new load. He yawns and mumbles

[Sprout]: "Shit... all this time I've been bored!, I might take alittle myself."