Stavanger Bay avast ye!

Sam shook his head. He wasn't really in the mood to trade spittle and germs with anyone at all.

"I don't know about si-ii-ii-" Sam stuttered. He was glitching, pupils moving rapidly back and forth as he stood rigid and unseeing in front of Kekoa. When he came to a few seconds later, Sam looked uncharacteristically angry.

"You're late," he snarled, as if this man with his eyes and legs for sale was someone he had been waiting for. "She's waiting. Waiting. Were you raised in a tar pit one two one two one two?"