"No problem, gramps. I'll set you down as soon as we land. I have URGENT BUSINESS to attend to."

Gliding the unconscious vulture to safety on the ground, he set the old man on a bench in front of the bar, spinning on his heel.

"I AM THE GODDAMN JESUS OF BIRD-KICKING!" Florida Man shouted. He snatched his beer back from Rin, guzzling it in one go before biting the neck off, chewing, and swallowing the shards of glass. "So what'd I miss? I'm stoned out of my fucking MIND right now."