"Look, Spanky," I said to Sharkface. "I'm a little busy to be tussling with every random weirdo who is insecure about his junk. Otherwise I would just love to smash you with a beer bottle, kick you in the balls, throw you out through the saloon doors, the whole bit. Why don't you have your people contact my people, and we can do this maybe next week?" "Next week is your self-deprecation awareness seminar," Thomas said. I snapped my fingers. "What about the week after?" "Apartment hunting." "Bother," I said. "Well, no one can say we didn't try."