Oh, it’s you. Yeah, how ’bout that. It’s me. What-do-ya-know! I’ll tell you what I know tough guy. Some of our boys have screwed up a simple, no brain, fucking job. Lousy bastards can’t even pull off a simple raid. Marron! Why am I surrounded by so many fucking idiots? I don’t know… ‘birds of a feather’? Oh, you’re a fucking comedian! Well laugh this off wise-guy. You’re the one who’s gonna clean this shit up for me! Now, get over there and drag those morons back here! We’re screwed! Floor it Toni!