But what I really want is a pony
There's nothing like a large scale drinking game to distract you from your plans. Eventually Muds remembers that he came here to talk to Sands. Once he's sobered up just a touch, he sets out to do just that. He's humming something nameless and vague that might be a song one day and shifting the filter of a yet-unlit-cigarette around from one side of his mouth to the other.
When he finds his wise and learned teacher, it's curled up around a bottle of Jack and dreaming in a puddle of his own drool behind the bar. If that doesn't speak of authority and experience, what does? Murdoc laughs quietly and moves around the bar to nudge the agent with the toe of his boot.
"Rise 'n shine, buttercup. Yer ruinin' the image of hard-assed special agents ev'rywhere."
When he finds his wise and learned teacher, it's curled up around a bottle of Jack and dreaming in a puddle of his own drool behind the bar. If that doesn't speak of authority and experience, what does? Murdoc laughs quietly and moves around the bar to nudge the agent with the toe of his boot.
"Rise 'n shine, buttercup. Yer ruinin' the image of hard-assed special agents ev'rywhere."