There was food. There was drink. There were people who thought he was great. It was the best night Grif'd had in...

Well. A really, really long time.

He was too wrapped up in explaining some key facts to some friendly strangers to get hung up on that detail.

"The point is," he said, spreading a hand out on the bar with great authority, "they're all idiots. I'm like a built in safety feature. Someone has to remind them they're idiots."