A young man with a silly grin and a mid-Atlantic accent steps away from the former mob. He walks up to Bombardier.
"That was kind of tasteless. If they hadn't decided to stop I probably would have put in a few shots of my own, just a down payment on what I owe you."
The he leans closer and whispers...
"I'm glad no one figured out that I'm as much to blame as you. Considering I decided to keep my mouth shut. On that note, I think I'll be leaving before anyone starts thinking again."
As the young man strolls off, a hand reaches out and grabs him by the back of his jacket. Macmarts says, "Yes, you ARE just as much to blame as HE is," and then he grins evilly.
The young man flashes the now world famous silly grin.
"Well...to borrow a trick from Matt..." And he disappears leaving Macmarts holding his jacket. Then a voice calls out, "On second thought I do want my jacket as well." A hand reappears and pulls the jacket from Macmarts grasp, and then disappears again, this time with the jacket.
"Au revoir...or something like that."
Toasted