[Billy slides his hand out of Wests hair, to wrap it around his neck in a loose hug that could have possibly doubled as a headlock, if Billy had any motive to do so, and if West wasn't the muscle of their operation.] Don't worry, one day we'll blow this place, and go somewhere were you're really appreciated. [Billy has BIG DREAMS. BIG VAGUE DREAMS.]

[He gives West a sidelong glance as the other man recommends a course of action for him to take, if disobeyed.]

You know I love a good thrashing as much as the next man, Henry, but I don't think I could realistically thrash any of the other roustabouts. Maybe a couple of the freaks, but not really any of the rousties.

[Pause, and NOW WITH AN ADDED WHINE IN HIS VOICE.]

Besides, they'd gang up on me!