Jake smiles brightly as he places another glass of milk on the table. Free of charge, of course. "It gives me the shivers when you do that. You're like that one guy, who played Batman in the new movies? Except real, you know?" Jake nods to himself, as if he'd just made a point in an argument, and then speaks once more. "You know, you really should stop Mr Winters. Last time he got out, he stole a beer from behind the counter. Of course, it wasn't all that expensive, but it's the thought that counts, right? You're a hero, and he's the bad guy." Jake keeps babbling on about a few of the comics he's read in which heroes fight pensioners, which is more than you'd think, but this is all so geeky and boring, it's actively being censored.