Rico winces in exaggerated sympathy at the crunch, even as he slams two foreheads together. "Ooh. And he really thought that would work," he says, mock-disappointed in him.

I was thinking of something a little different than that, is right on the tip of his tongue, but Rico swallows it for now. "Can't blame you. Grud knows dealing with some idiots drive me to substance abuse." And then he just decides to go right for it. Never a better time than a twisting a rotator cuff out of alignment, right?

"You like any company while you're drinking?"