Lynx, no you don't.
Being an obnoxious smoke-stack of varrious smokes and gasses is a part of your overall charms. Belches, cigs, alcohol related input. It's the core of the Lynx we all love.
Nano death in your mouth,
Bottle of run in your hand.
A few choice words about this and that,
and a place in all our hearts.
Yeah, I'ma sap.