"Ah, yes! I know what you're referring to," TJ nodded to Scab, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet either, though..." He gave Scab another look over, a mite... [i]put off[/i] by his appearance, but if the man claimed to have no money who was he- a gentleman who [i]had[/i] money- to not offer any help?

"Lay down your floor cabbage, my good man, I shall treat you!" he loudly declared. He sounded very sincere about it too, but he just couldn't help but peer down to the end of the road again. "...Unless, of course, you'd like to search for the whereabouts of our Crooked Cabbage Killer?"