I forgot about my bladder and gulped the drink I'd been nursing. The Doc saw my face, swiveled his massive bulk around to look, and damn near dropped his Scotch; you have to understand that the Doc firmly believes in the Irish legend that on Judgment Day you will be suspended head-down in a barrel containing all the liquor you've ever spilled, and if you drown, to Hell with you. Even Callahan shuddered.
