Yeah? I fuckin' knew your elbows weren't that squeaky damn clean. Good thing we didn't have to go toe to toe in the business. I'd hate to have to smoke your ass in the info trade~ [It made sense. Jack of all trades and Then Some Shit sort of thing. They had to, really.]

[He snickers] Special snowflake, mama bear. What kinda cybernetic scrotum pole would be a rude ass to Your Babeness? I'll blackmail the five hour energy shit right outta that shit.