It seemed like Tiny was less than thrilled with the way Max showed up to the bar two hours late, snagged (and paid for, of course) a beer for himself, and promptly started placing bets with the DJ on who would win the tug-of-war over a small maraschino cherry on the bar, the tiny donkey or the tiny elephant.

Max did not care very much about Tiny's opinion, though, and he was pretty sure he couldn't get arrested for dogfighting if the animals in question a) weren't dogs and b) were doing it without any encouragement from him, so he couldn't care less.