Smidgeon shrugged and popped the cinnamon roll into his mouth. "Oh boy, have we!" He started to talk but Bain snapped from down the bar.

"Smidgeon! Get your fat ass back over here!"

"Oh! Uh! Coming, Captain!" He rushed back to Bain and got a swift club to his head.

"What'd I tell you about that big hole on your face?"

"You'll.. uh.. You'll stitch it shut if I say things you don't want said."

Bain clubbed him on the head again with the bottom of his fist. "Keep it stuffed, you foghorn."

Smidgeon winced and kept his mouth closed.