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I know. I know all about your extraction team that you affectionately call "the Kill Squad" behind closed doors. I also know that they're on their way and how long it's gonna take 'em to get here. I even know their credit ratings and their dick sizes. If you get me. Then you should also know you're already dead. We don't do ransoms. Again, I know. I know. See, I know a lot, Gertrude. I really do. Like the fact that you have 300 million in U.S. dollars sitting in your personal vault downstairs. - The fuck? - That's right. 300 million that the U.S. government gave Lightstone to quietly distribute in the Middle East to all the worst people, to grease the wheels and keep that sweet oil flowing. 300 million that... oops... Disappeared in the fog of war. Except it didn't really disappear, did it, Gerty? 'Cause you stole it. Did you know about this? Man, this family. This moneygrubbing family. Clinging desperately to your wealth, when your poor employees don't even have enough coal to keep Tiny Tim warm. What is it with you and all this Christmas shit? Talk all you want. You'll never get in the vault. Oh, oh, oh, because when you-you hit the panic button, it reset the combination? I keep telling you, I know.
Violent Night
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Oh, uh... For your grandson. Save me a trip. It's, uh, that new video game. It's Astro Blaster, Blaster Astro. I-I don't know. Merry Christmas. How'd he know my grandson's name? How'd he know I have a grandson? - Oi! That door leads to the roof. Piss head. Go easy on him. It's Christmas.
Violent Night