There's three of them and one of him, and from the looks on their faces and the weapons they carry (one big mother of a red and silver axe with nasty written all over it, a rather plain-looking crossbow by comparison, and a baseball bat carved and sanded to a fine point), Lorne knows he's mincemeat if he doesn't do something, and fast.

"If you wanted an invitation, darlings, all you had to do was ask."