In an apartment I rented in Boston for one year the pistol in POTJ Zutton's holster fell to the floor and I could not find it despite an exhaustive search. When i moved out of my apartment, and I mean when I had just about every last thing out of there and into the new place, I was walking around barefoot, spackling all the thumbtack holes in the walls where my carded figs were hanging, when I felt something stuck under my toes as I walked.
Don't piss him off. Zutton is armed again.