Walking tree, sentient. I mean, he was technically doing me a solid because I was his bounty target, but I appreciated it anyway. This guy had fingers the size of benches, do you have any idea how much that would have--

[Peter watches the bottle drift away. No bottle, come back!] Okay, yeah, I went off there a little. Somebody got you trashed in the middle of all this 'craziness'? That seems a little dangerous.