A moment ago he wasn't there, but now he is. A white man, very fit, in his early thirties wearing a suit. Stewart Scott has, as the saying goes, seen a lot of shit.
Some of it he's even been paid for.
...Not this though.
"Damnit,"he says squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again then, very carefully, putting his pistol away inside his suit, "That'll teach me to go to the nice parties."
(Stewie is from here
, which is a multi-cross fanfic that involves BtVS, SG:SG1, tWSoAM, DC comics and various other franchises that couldn't get out of the way before being Katamari-ed into the bundle. Stewie is also a professional liar. Sorry.)