"And you're not here to jab pointy things into me either," Parker cleverly retorted, eying the blades as Shatterstar eyed his guns. It was easy to read that this intruder knew how to handle a knife, and with people like Bullseye about (guy could kill you with a sneeze) it wasn't the smartest thing to assume bullets would win every time.

Parker narrowed his eyes, taking note of the weird eloquence his company possessed.

"You think you're funny? Comin' into a guy's home all shirtless. Molesting his coffee pot. You think that's hilarious? Kinda sick joke're playing at here?"