"We could. But if we're going to make it, we better make it better." Adhesive, or something. Oh man, GENIUS. "Like... Sticky bog roll that only sticks to bums and trees." He offloaded all his things and took the firewhiskey with a grateful grin.
"Yeah, well, madness seems to be the watchword of this town." He flopped down and stretched out his legs. "You should see this bloody shop I'm running."