Look, doll, you can try all you want to dissuade me from the completion of my appointed task. But I have to warn you, I am not a master criminal with Tarantino or Ritchie stylings. Picture me instead as the meatball thug in your origin comic book. The mugger who shoots the parents. The robber who kills the uncle. I do the deed, I don't get bogged down in philosophical debate. And when the clock strikes the hour and the call comes or doesn't come, you'll either be having a nice sob sitting on this slab of cement or tracing its trajectory to the silty floor of the bay. Now shut up and eat your jello.
Damn, B! This is GOOOOOOD! Like the jello touch ;)