"When you said Sakugarne. I pictured a pogo stick." He says, wiping slobber from his face and gathering to his feet.

He cricks his neck to one side, there's a satisfying clicking sound. He puts a hand to his shoulder and starts circling the joint, loosening up.

"If you want to go full contact, I hope you brought armour. Z-Sabre would make short work of your jacket. And..."

He slyly checks Quint out.

"..it'd be a shame to tear up those nice tight Jeans."