[Hop flap flap. Sam shuffles off to find something interesting to pick on, like some grapes he's hidden in the fruit cup of his cage. Look he's not a genius or anything, no diamonds in a satchel here.]

Thanks. [Freddy takes the cup and downs a good generous gulp. Talk about putting out fires with gasoline, the booze hits the spot.] No I didn't, that's what Nightcrawler does. This was totally different, more like Scarlet Witch or Zatanna magic shit.

[The kid perks up at the sound of the old man's words. He nudges him with an elbow because his hands are full.] So, you wanna go riding?