[Indeed, "Kiro" will be awaiting him in the pub, sword set in the scabbard at his back and grinning impishly. At the sight of Mason. he throws his arms wide and attempts to embrace the fool for a hug.]

Dear Falstaff, it pleases me ever so
To find reason to share your company
Even though no comfort do I find from
Liquour's sweet release of inhibition
Hesitate not to find it for yourself.
I will tarry and help thee seek thy bed
When liquid happiness turns to slumber.