[Quite predictably the instant Dread lets go, Tony topples over like he was walking on a rocking boat deck. The remaining contents of his cup- which had been sloshing everywhere- end up half on him and half on the floor.]

Resist, Dread! Buddy, we can take 'em. We just need.. oh hey kid. Dread! It's my boy! He's too fast, you used to be over there.

[He points in the most vague way towards the coat rack.]

We've concluded you're too tiny. You need to fatten up and drink ale!