D: Ah, there it is. I should do that at my own ketch. Stun guns and whatnot. [i]David looks around and turns to find no seat. He takes out what seems to be a small briefcase, smaller than his satchel, but later unfolds it into a chair and sits down. [/i] D: I got a couple of questions. One; can I just, tell the guys to come down here? Promise me your guys won't shoot mine and they won't shoot yours.