[Oh, boy. Shouldn't have reminded him of that little threat, Cat. Wade immediately goes into an impassioned diatribe that would have made Abel weep tears of pride.]

Y-you wouldn't! You wouldn't be so cruel as to take away a man's liquid courage! You might as well just cut my head off and like... serve me with chips or something, I dunno-- maybe a nice garnish on the side...

[Oh god he's getting hungry better change the subject--]

Point is! Take away my liquor, and what do I have left?