Mr. Blood: He says that because the direct route is already taken, gotta love those dual-purpose kneepads don't ya boy? And hell congragufuckinglations on taking out one of the only half-decent fucking businessmen here, and leaving behind a guy that can't decide between being Clark Kent or superdouche. Tell you what you revolting little half-monkey. Let's just see how long you can keep that belt before someone comes and takes it away from you.
Mr. Black: Like the Janitor
Mr. Blood: In the meantime, shut the fuck up and get back under Smokey's desk, I'm sure he misses you.