Zip sighed, "Bud, I aint gay...so I'm saying this because you're getting whiney. Me...been through meat grinder." He explained. "You, are fine." He said. "Okay. What I think would be best is you go and speak to Castor. Alone. Somewhere private. That way you can both shout at one another and maybe come to some mutual hatred and then not speak to one another at all. Better than you being as you put it, a bastard." He answered and started on his second bottle.