Slowly, bit by bit, Wyatt grows more confident in his tentative memory-jostling: weed is a colloquialism, sure, and a stupid one, but more importantly it's a colloquialism Paul once got so high off of he didn't mind getting a piggyback ride home.

But that still doesn't make any sense in a ninjafu, bruise something, waxy nonsense. No, he doesn't comprehend, does not compute, and when Fischer strikes a pose that very nearly reminds him of something Glitch once did when up against three or five Longcoats, he doesn't know whether to laugh out loud or politely excuse himself away from the mental person.

In the spirit of making somewhat good first impressions, he stays put. Skeptical cowboy is skeptical. "Uh. Nope. Sorry. You're not talking about the samurai, are you?"

For the love of peaches, Paul, it's about time his big gaping holes of Otherside pop culture trivia got dealt with.