Letting the claws snakt back into his hand, Logan headed around to the fridge and pulled it open.

"That's just the beginning, bub." Hooking a beer out of a six-pack, he nudged the fridge door closed and turned to look at Claude. Or where Claude ought to be, anyway.

"So what's the plan, Griff?" He opened the beer and took a swig, wiping foam from his stubbly chops with the back of his hand. "You gonna just stand there all day pissin' me off or what?"