"Not one of my best," Tony agreed, muttered between grit teeth, and he stepped back away from the railing, not eager to keep watching the awful display they had produced. Walking around with the frog head still in hand was definitely not going to be easy to justify if someone did find that body before they had the chance to find the murderer, and maybe pin the atrocity part on him as well. "This guy is the snitch," he pointed out as he glanced around for somewhere to stow it quickly.