I cannot help it. Something about this man - [ He scrubs at his face for a brief second, like there's much more he wants to say but he can't quite wrap his mind around, mostly on account of the fog in his brain. Monster gas: does not do a body good. ] - he has done me and everyone else a wrong.

[ What that is, he also has no idea. But clearly there is a point to be made here. ]

I will drink water after this.

[ Just kidding, it'll probably be more whiskey.

Nile, please drag Booker away from this potential mess. ]