Chief stands outside the firehouse smoking a big, fat stogie, which puts him much more in league with his approaching visitor than he ever could have imagined. Wow. That was really homophobic. Talking in fireman language is fun! Aaaaaaanyway, a very, very, very gentle man who I am SO GLAD is not Carson Kressley in a guest-starring turn (I thought it was for a second and was appropriately horrified enough for us all...you're welcome) sashays up to the front of the firehouse and asks Chief if Mike is "around and about." Chief gives him that patented are-they-taking- over-the-whole- damn-city-or-what look I recognize from every time I walked outside the year I lived in Bensonhurst, and answers bemusedly, "Around and about? No. You two familiar?" Not-Carson-Thank-God responds that they "sure are," and asks Chief to tell "Little Mikey" that "Harry Johns stopped by." "Harry Johns"? What is that, his porn name? I mean, it's a layer more nuanced than "Harry Balzac," but not by much. Chief sneers that he'll tell "Little Mikey," and this most awkward of banter refuses to die, as Harry makes Chief promise not to forget, and then practically skips off with a wave of the hand and a cry of "Toodles." God, he's gay, we get it. Ten more seconds of this and Harry would have told Chief that he's not surprised Little Mikey is a firefighter, seeing as he's so [licks tip of pointer finger and then puts it up in the air with an accompanying "tssssss" sound] smokin'!