So little to cover other than the figurative guy in black mask polishing his figurative axe behind Zook. All questions basically revolving around whether he will face the firing squad with a cigarrette in hand and a defiant smile, or hide in the bathroom and drop a toaster in the tub. Judging from the rasp in his voice and admission that he spent most of his summer water-skiing, he'll face the firing squad in a lawn chair, legs crossed, while sipping on a dry martini with a Dunhill dangling from his free hand.