Oh, god. Worst case scenario, and Snake probably didn't even like MJ. But at least neither of them had to face the music alone. Heiji put his arm around Hershel's shoulder and leaned in, covering his mouth with his hand like he was imparting a secret but not actually bothering to lower his voice.

"Don't worry about it, Hershel. He's probably just mad 'cause he can't carry a tune in a bucket."