No, the difference between me and that overgrown weasel is that he's got a squad of other overgrown animals with automatic weaponry that only listen to him.

[Mmmm, yes, there's that headache again, right behind his eyes.]

Look, what we need is a new security team. He barely listens to you, anyway, I don't doubt if we find it that he'll try to fuck us all over. [He snorts.] Very badly, but whatever. A thousand monkeys on a thousand typewriters can still shoot someone in the gut.