So there's Ango, enjoying the fruits of his totally above board labors.. when a dark cloud looms on the horizon, in the form of a slim man sidling up to stand with perfect posture by the edge of his "picnic blanket," whose perfectly-pressed collar stands extremely at odds with those dark circles under his eyes.

He's smiling.

"Hi, yes...'Scuse me. I have a little question."

That's not a very promising tone.