Sleuth rewraps the key and tucks it back into his pocket. "Damn good key," he agrees. "Unlocks all the bad guy... floodgates. That keep their... liquids inside..." It occurs to him that he doesn't quite remember who they're going to fight, and that he oughtn't try to do metaphors when he's drunk because they always sound very gay. He squints. "Not like... hmmng."

Maybe a demonstration, then. Sleuth turns to a table of crowbars and fire irons. He chooses one at random, picks it up — and clicks the end of it with the pad of his thumb to extend the ballpoint towards Bariyan. "Where should I sign?"