"Put some spikes on that baby and I know a woman who would have loved that thing." He eagerly reaches for it, thinking of Addy and her 'Z Whacker'. Those were the fucking days, weren't they?

No, no they weren't. Even this shit is easier. He doesn't have Addy's skill with it but he takes it and gives it a test swing. Little approving lip jut. Nice.

"Alright, you lead. I'll follow and help dispense the beatings. I have no plan." He'd rather hide and ride this out but that doesn't feel like much of an option.