"Yes...but cogs make the whole thing go around. Thanks are for flashy things like buttons. Now don't get me wrong, I love buttons, but prefer to be a cog myself."

He reaches into one of the coolers behind the bar and retrieves a carton of Tropicana Grove Style. Maximum Pulpitude.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Steph. I'm Mike, and I'll be your cog this evening."