Okay? Son, I am living. [Richie rolls upright, his grin broad and breathless. As if to make his virility unquestionable, he scoops a handful of snow in his bare hand, scrunches it, then pelts the boy in the shoulder with it.] If you believe in any god you best be thanking him for sparing your pretty skin, kid, because we almost fucking bit it in there. Shit, did you see the size of that thing? Nightmares! God!