Ow! [Tony rubs his head and glares up at Gene, and then turns and glares even harder at Valdis, because who the hell invited you, lady? What is this, the Everybody-Bitch-At-Tony Olympics?]

Well then, what's your big plan, geniuses? Hide away in the hotel and live off of dumpster scraps forever? Maybe we should all just tape big signs to our backs that say "KICK ME," so all the kedan can know what huge fucking pushovers we are!