"I'll show 'em respect, once I find who did this and introduce him to a jail cell," Apollo grumbles, just loud enough to be heard at that distance. This conversation was getting a little uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to stop to be polite until he was finished dealing with his bicycle. As muddy as it was, the rest of the river was hardly a couple of steps away. Apollo dragged it a little deeper into the water, getting the bottoms of his trousers soaked as he leaned down to start washing it off.

"Did I accuse you of anything, sir? I'm more thinkin' it's a rascal I'm acquainted with that decided to pull this on me. I bet he's off laughin' about it in one of the saloons right now. But if I did have to accuse you of somethin', it'd be that you're finding an uncommon amount of entertainment in the plight of your fellow man."

There's a little sarcasm creeping into his voice already. This just kept getting better and better, between this mean-spirited prank and now having an audience for the ignoble task of retrieving it. Apollo could only imagine how disgusted both Sheriff Cabanela and Deputy Gavin would be if he moseyed back into the office trailing mud and water behind him.

"Besides, you have the looks of a man that'd find more entertainment in somethin' dangerous. Unless you're gonna tell me all that ammo you're wearin' is purely for the ornamental effect."