"The roots of this city wrap around the great worm and all who live within its stinking bowels glut themselves on Apocalypse nectar!" The shout from the homeless bum came from entirely too close to Kevin's shoulder and the suited Dancer jumped slightly.

Kevin shot an annoyed look at Cormac, who just snickered, as Kevin snarled under his breath, "Yeah, pal, sing it from the Empire State Building, why don't ya? Not like anyone's gonna pay attention to ya."

"I could take him out." Cormac's growling voice betrayed more than a hint of amusement.

Kevin shrugged. "Why bother? From the smell of things, he's halfway there already. Come on, we got a cab to catch."