With no apparent difficulty, Pete ran up to Ajax, Jack, Cirno, Utsuho, and Rawk with the fridge trailing behind. Once there, he gave them a small wave, and rapped his hand against the refrigerator's door. Pete reached in the fridge, fished around a bit, and withdrew his hand, now holding a bottle of Uncle Git's Special Reserve Whiskey. 

After a couple experimental tosses into the air, Pete lobbed the entirely full bottle at Jack's hand, clearly intending to give him a gift. Whether or not Jack "graciously" accepted it by catching it would have to be seen, but this action had completely cleared Pete's conscience. [i]Everyone[/i] is mollified by a gift of alcohol, so a gift of a [i]lot[/i] of alcohol should logically be fit to cool any rage.

Pete looked around and pointed his finger at Ajax and Rawk, then at his fridge. Truly, Pete was in a charitable mood today.