I think he was wearing a coat, a hat and had a shit eating mustache. If we split up, one of us is bound to find him and can holler so the rest will come running. If nobody finds the bastard within the hour, we’ll regroup at the bar.
Somebody let’s out a badly timed “Good job, everybody.”
“Well you tell that bastard Climate Change that I’m going to find him and tally his Wacker!”