"You about done?" I asked him. "I need the table." "What is it with you people?" Butters groused. "For God's sake, these are real injuries here." "There will be more of them than a thousand reluctant physicians could patch up if we don't get moving," I said. "Today's serious business, man." "How serious?" "Can't think when it's been grimmer," I said. "Freaking waste-of-space vampires, lying around on tables you need to use." "Useless wizards," Thomas said, "jumping on enemy guns and accidentally shooting their allies with them." "Oh," I said. "That was when I jumped Ace?" He snorted. "Yeah."