"Honestly I think the guy's never had a nickname before in his whole life. I called him 'Beej' and he looked at me like I had called him 'Steve' or something. But then again, seeing the weird museum he was living in, I can imagine 'fun' wasn't exactly a high priority in his development."

Richie sipped some more of his drink and looked over at Tony and his grin. It was nice that he was smiling now. Something told him the guy needed it. Even with the next question and the pretty graphic answer, Richie felt pretty light and easy, considering. Making people laugh or grin was his job, after all. He liked his work.

"So... It's a long story, but this dude who was like a psycho bully when we were kids and spent his whole life pretty much in a mental health hospital after he killed his dad was then trying to kill a friend of mine. I wanted to stop that and. You know. Saw the axe on the floor...saw the back of the dude's head..." Richie mimed an axe chop and made a little 'thunk' noise to translate the brutal murder of another human.

"Turns out I'm not a great killer and the blood and stuff made me queasy? I think it's better than the alternative, but who knows."