*Vivica turns, waiving at a doorway down the hall. After a moment, Black Blooded walk out, both men surrounded by the 6 remaining Gears.*
Mr. Black: You got somethin to say, Boy?
Mr. Blood: Seems someone looked in their tights and found a fucking set, eh? Hell boy, you really stupid enough to think you can take on my brother here, you go right ahead, I'll get the Gears here started on findin a bag to haul your corpse off in, you stupid pile of shit. If, however you have found whatever greasy sponge you are calling a brain, then you can go right on ahead and pretend that was a fucking cough or something, then grab your little european trailer trash, and get the fuck out of here while we still feel like letting you walk.