"I told you, Daze, there's money to be made on the internet." He made a point of plucking his zippo from between Daisy's fingers while she took her cigarette: no telling when, otherwise, he'll get it back. The lighter gets dropped into a hip pocket of his cargo pants. "I've already registered junkho.org." He pronounces it 'junkoh-dawt-oarg', so as to obfuscate the spelling.