Fuck no. D gets the word out an' that sun of a bitch bails. Gotta get D's people checkin' for dracs.

[ Because Party's taking care of Pumpkin himself, thank you very much.

After a few seconds of eyeballing the horizon, he finally steps away from the window and towards one of the backrooms. And smacks Kobra upside the head on the way there, for good measure. ]

Jet'll patch you up, y' fucking crashqueen.