You're just sitting alone in a dark alleyway, trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol when, suddenly, the sheriff shows up.

"You shouldn't drink," Bigby says, his voice gruff. He leans against the wall next to you as he lights a cigarette. "It's bad for your health."

You look at him, raising an eyebrow. How bold of him to criticize your terrible decision while he makes one just as bad. Hypocrite.