The Great Detective

While Keto was talking with the Tree, McJohn returned to the Cargo
Bay clad in trenchcoat and wide-brimmed fedora. Elian Sandoval
followed him.
"Alright, nobody panic. I'm here" he said in a faux-Bogart drawl, "no
what's the story?"
"McJohn," asked Jay impatiently, "What the smegging hell are you
doing?"
McJohn responded by cooly opening a pack of cigarettes, placing one
in his mouth, lighting it, inhaling, then suffering a minute-long
coughing fit because he didn't smoke.
"I never told you this, Chrysler, but I'm a licenced private
detective."
"Licenced private poopy-head." shot back Phil.
"Phil's the security boss, McJohn," Jay replied. "Let him handle
this."
"He's also been turned into an eight-year old," Elian pointed out not
unreasonably. Phil responded by kicking him in the shins.
<Tag!>