"Not sure yet," Buck admits, giving the lion a scratch with both hands now, since he's pretty sure this one is okay with the demon arm. With the night winding down, and his own last show completed, he's going to start running out of his manic energy pretty soon here. "Might crash for a little while first, then go out in the morning, before we start the tear-down in earnest. I've got tips burning a hole in my pocket and there's a blacksmith in town who does knives."

He buys a new knife every town he can. It's tradition at this point.