Checking up on Empyrion i see.

There's nothing wrong with it, I just bought too much.

Have any immitation crab meat left?

When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."

So if you see me acting out, understand...to be left out in the cold without a coat is hard on a man.