Timing, dude. Who wants to answer riddles when you're buried chest-deep in cold fluffy stuff? Jake frowns, not exactly thrilled with that answer, not that he can even remember what the hell the riddle was in the first place.

Definitely not giving up on trying to muddle his way out of this snowbank, though. Even if he has to tunnel his way out or something.

All right, fine. He ain't getting out in a hurry, might as well humor the guy while he struggles. "What was it again? Something with five heads?"