"Well hello there, Pister Merry, it is a pleasure to meet a gentleman such as yourself." Burt smiled wide, but was met in return with a blank stare.
"Well," he said nervously, "is it hot here or what?" He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm certainly not upset by that little blaster bolt, I uh...I'm sure it was just a good natured prank. And if it wasn't no harm no, no foul! That's what I always say..."
This man is certainly dangerous, but he IS drunk. Burt made his living off exploiting people based on vice, and he was always eager to jump into an opportunity that could lead to business. Exploiting or appealing to drunk people had gotten him everything in his business life, as well as his love life.
The ground slightly trembled, and Burt turned to see who had walked inside. My goodness, that is a fat sonuvagun. After a pause, he realized, At some point, I guess I should change my pants.