James:*slams but of shotgun into his face knocking him out* We could hear you idiot. John:Hmmmm...... what now? Percyous is too busy to tell us..... James:Torture or immediate death? Both:Torture. John:Options? James:Car batery? John:Newter him? James:Cut his wrists and ankles? John:Shoot his knees and arms then dig around in em with a knife? James:So many choices.....
John:You aren't an inside man. They shot at you too, I warned you. Now, get out of my sight before James returns. He decided to neater you.
(It's fun.... Plus They don't trust anyone who even thinks about treason. Basicly, they're paranoid.)