  Then his eyes flicked over to where Cid was stumbling around. “Yo, Cid!” he cried. “You about to run into a wall!” “Shut your flapper!” Cid snapped, still walking. “I know where-ow! Mother @#$%er! Who the hell put that @#$%ing wall there? !” “Heh, heh,” Barret laughed, but said nothing to his friend, knowing that Cid would probably blow his top and whip out the Venus Gospel if Barret dared so much as to snicker. 
