"...And that's how I escaped an illegal underground Balinese circus. I'm still pretty fuckin' fantastic on a Trapeze--" Ford cuts up, looking around wildly until his gaze finally travels upwards.

"Jesus fuckin' christ, are there any other grown men in here, or is it just me and a bunch of kids?" Ford can't help but sound disgusted. A pause, and then-- "'choo mean, he can't talk? Had his tongue ripped out?"