Alex, you are about two seconds away from being punched in the face.

Or you were in any case, before it becomes quickly obvious that the gesture was more of a helping one than a threatening attempt at his life. Instead Murphy just jumps, startled at first.

The Good Samaritan strikes again.

Murphy just grunts at Alex's first comment. "Don't much like the sound of that." Old man Murphy. Makes him think of himself as one of those old codgers shaking their fists while ranting and raving about hooligans on their front lawn.

Damn kids these days and their rock and roll music and twist endings.

"Not drunk, either." For once.