[Goddamnit. Goddamnit. Goddamnit. GODDAMNIT. They'd do the whole stupid, idiotic.. noble plan all over again. Firebomb the whole wretched hell and be done with it. Under the table, their hands clench... and then deliberately relax.]

Delivery service, apparently. I can see why I was picked for it, [Bel smirks.] but I'm thinking I may be able to do better on the free market.