Too...with the calm acceptance. About those Malnosso scum, savvy? You should be ravin' about, threatening to poke them all into the grave with that there big stick of yours. Not holding 'em up to holy heaven as beacons o' genius. I may not know genius, lad, but I know mad brutality when it hits me between the eyes.

[All this followed by a swig of rum from a convenient flask.]