Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.
Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us.
This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar.