Yoh a bittah ahstute, squiyah.

Barnaby focused on Diego.

Ta put et bluntly, Ah ain't enna position ta do et mahself...an Ah got enuff quid ta drown ya conciences or lack thereof. Ah dun make a gandah es to how ya dun et eithah. Stabbem, smashem, burnem 'en bashem. Jes gettit done, sonneh Jim.

He looked about, hoping that the answer not only wet Diego's pallette, but also the others around him. There were more than a few with that distant look in their eyes...the sure sign of a killer.