Clifton kicked back his chair on two legs and drank the relinquished orange juice victoriously. He could feel the heavens smiling upon him. He watched Caufman eye Roxy with unquenchable thirst. "I see where you've got your mind, champ. Don't blame ya, though. That's one's got a donk for the ages. I've heard she's an odd one though. Like the kind of odd that follows you home from work and collects hair samples from your comb. That's just word on the street though. Just reminding you not to go sticking your dick in crazy. You feel me, son?"