Foxtrot scratches the back of his head, a weak smile forming on his face. "Yea... Sorry about that dude. I wish I could recall that. If you see your friend Neon, tell him I wasn't exactly myself; no hard feelings. Speaking of hard feelings..." He reaches up and tries to pull the noose around his neck up over his head. "It looks like that's the case with someone I ran into last night. What the hell happened for this to be around my neck?" Unfortunately he's unable to pull it off; with a sigh he lets go of it and lets it droop from his neck.