Seven YEARS to sort it out?! Ho-ly shiiite.
Okay, so the other day when Pyze was at the shop (this is why I wasn't around to say goodbye, btw) some crackhead dude wanders in and grabs a pair of sunglasses. Foot chase ensues and the old "Dude, I can outrun you all day - just drop the ****ing things ..." routine actually worked. It was the most laid back, almost comical chase I've ever had.