“Extenuating circumstances.” Greg growled. “Get him in front of a jury and let him open his mouth. They’ll be lining up to nail the barrel shut.”
“He’s not wrong,” Mitch concurred with a nod toward Greg. “Come on. Let’s get the rest of these handed out, buddy. I think I strained my arms; I don’t think I could hold him back next time.”
Greg gave a sheepish grin and blushed a little bit. “Sorry. I’m not usually that volatile.” He scratched at his ball cap. “I promise.”
“No, no, totally justified.” Mitch held up his hands. “I totally get it.”