Oh yeah, Jeff's totally easy to suplex, and even he will concede that. He can't fight, his reflexes are shroom-addled, and he basically weighs nothing-- well, for a six-foot-tall man.

"Okay." And-- off he goes. He's not running or anything, just sets to walking towards Dogtown without any preamble. "This is good. It'll be good. Everyone can wake up, and then we can-- we can find our families and-- and home, get the fuck out of this town and... everything's gonna make sense again. You'll see."