And I suppose only real men get the little colorful umbrellas in their drinks, too?
[Grins] You know it. And I’m real man through and through. I’ll drink with my pinky up.
Ooo, classy. Very English of you, Hawky. [smiles and laughs]
[Grins] It helps get me my way.
Now who’s lying?
Le’s t’row d’tea inta d’ocean!