“For God’s sakes, Joachim!” Handy groaned. “If you ever, EVER see me so much as willingly lick up a speck of pony blood, I’ll be your personal manservant for a month. On pain of death even! Swear to God, right here right now, hand over heart!” Handy said. His left hand was indeed over his heart as he raised his right hand up to the heavens. “Now will you please shut up? I won’t eat anyone, so let’s just… let’s just get down there,” Handy said as he marched on ahead. Joachim shrugged.