Rain pita patters on the roof as Benny sings about the lovely Shannon River of Irish fame, Ray shaking his head as he gazes at his watch with the star-shaped symbol on the face, thinking that he's due in at work by seven tomorrow morning. Yet how can one think of work with a singing Mountie in your living room and on your couch? Though if Benny starts telling the Inuit tale of the Cloudwalker again he will have to strangle him. 'Nuff said.

No, he'd rather think of Benny begging and helpless. Where the bindlestitch were his handcuffs, anyway? Probably that crazy Mistress Nona swiped 'em. She needed them for her work, and he didn't mean of the police variety.

Yeah, Benny all spread out like a Mountie smorgasbord. Manna from heaven.

"Ray?"

"Yeah, Benny?"

"I have tu axes. Tu."

Sigh. Now Benny was Latinizing like Cicero. But you gotta love that Mountie! He can sure gild the lily!