Don't think the problem's everyone else, Richard. [Sorry bro. Your natto tastes like shit - this coming from the guy who will eat and make just about anything.]

But alright, I'll make it for you. [Pause] So long as the girls don't mind the smell. [After a brief grunt in which he hoists Richard a little higher along his back, the chef starts a very - very - slow stumble for the door. Drunk or not, he has no illusions about how long this walk home will take. It takes nearly all his concentration keeping his legs from crisscrossing.]