[Yep. It's pretty fizzy up there. Like a thousand of tiny bubbles floating around his cranium.

Watch it there, Mark. Too much fizz and you'll be bloated for the rest of the day.]

Oh, I'm sorry. This too much for you? I thought you street cops were thicker than that. I didn't think you'd get so paranoid.

[Y'know, he kind of likes this. Norman can stand proudly in front of Blake like a deranged man with a floating pig suckling at his head and a chipmunk sticking out from his coat.]

You mean the same way "small pink critters" are a subspecies? Yeah, I guess we're not too far off from each other.