This totally counts as a crisis in need of management, right? Jurisdiction, it is being assumed.

"I don't think there's enough salt in the--oh," never mind, the guy Jim was trying to talk to has given up on the backwards running to turn and flat-out sprint for the door. Meanwhile the whatever-they-ares are continuing to divide and multiply.

"I wonder if there's enough beer to drown you guys. Do you guys drown in beer? Otherwise I'm going back inside for a weapon."