Oh, that kind of bat.
*lets the rabies infected chiropteran maruader (bat to you laymen) up into the air, it flutters around madly, blinded by the brilliant sun, flies into one of the ruined roof timbers, and dies tragically*
Well...shots for me now. I think I shall take some groggies with me. Mmmm...still squishy.
*puts a handful of mushed up cookie/grog slop in me pockets. Pauses to snatch the bottle of tequila from the Royal Assassin.*
You are too young for that mister. I will properly dispose of this.
*goes off looking for some lemon, some salt, and a nice lady to let the rogue scholar do body shots*