Oh. Yes. Great. The only way to possibly improve this situation would be to have Vinnie present to watch Char die a horrific watery death.

"What the fuck ever," Char snarled, tail smacking the ground irritably. He got back up, dusted himself off, and proceeded to skulk off with his tail between his legs. Figuratively, not literally, because that would probably trip him and/or melt his shoes.