"Oh, so now I'm a friend! I had such a swell time back when we were only 'acquaintances' I can hardly wait to see how our lives will pan out now." The dam's been broken and he can't stop the torrent. There's mirth in his voice, glee when he finds he can roll his shoulders without there being a murder weapon sitting there. His pitch has gone high again but it's so deliberate any theater instructor would have thrown a shoe at his head and rushed him out of the stage by setting fire to his skivvies. --well, hold on a minute. There's no weight of a weapon his shoulders. Belated, Hawkeye snaps out of his act. He doesn't know if he should turn. There's a quick shiver because he doesn't know if he's gone and blown it and the minute he turns he'll be run through by whatever it was had been stuck on him.

He sighs. He turns stiffly. He sees the spear first, then the man. He moves his hands up with palms forward.

He can't help it- his eyes next go the man's legs. Blame Klinger. Everything is Klinger's fault. The next time he sees that Lebanese man he'll throttle him, he swears to God.

"You've got the legs to pull it off," he chimes. "And to think I almost called you Tall and Dark along with 'Handsome'!" Christ. "You know, what you did back there really wasn't all that nice. Friends don't do that to each other." Yeah, he's still terrified.