*snags a trio of beers and pops the caps in quick succession, handing one to you (yeah yeah on the clock shut up and drink it we know you're not a lightweight) and one to Egalmoth*
*just a wee bit cranky (but not really)* So, what, now we've got two Lords gone AWODL? Eggs, man, you'd better not be packing your bags on the sly. Pass me a meatball—yeah, that's the good stuff.