the Face of Everyman sensed a tirade coming as Black Bart alighted in his front office. But no, he was here for his protection money due him for driving off hawks from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the month of October. By written affidavit, this raucous unprincipled tough guy swore that he had driven off three raptors in the past month. The venerable sage paid up: several bit coin and half a sack of corn. Such protection was worth every penny.