, you’re dumber than a sack of crack rocks. You’re in a trap house imagining shit RIGHT NOW.

Lay off the dope!

Sure enough, Charlie’s words struck true. There was never a bar, nor a bartender, nor even a Robert Main. As James Shark opens his eyes he realizes, perhaps once and for all, that’s he’s and doesn’t need to kick out of old pins. As the stunning realization washes over James, he probably tries to kidnap yet another child for his devious desires.