Tuco snorted. "Very wise," he said, tapping a finger against his temple. "But unless you about to drink it, piss or whiskey, it's all the same to you, no?"

And that seemed to signal the end of his extensive contribution to the cleanup, because he then began to rise again, wincing a little as he finished straightening up. "And speaking of you," he continued, nodding towards Visscher as if he had to clarify that he wasn't referring to some invisible third party, "You only here for the three days?"