Believe me, there's not a thing alive or dead that'd make me willingly hand over all mankind on a silver platter to the likes of that sleaze, or any other thrice-damned interdimensional immigrant. [Ray took a pull from his beer bottle and shot Peter a lopsided smile]

We always get the job done. No doubt in my mind, not even for a second. Not even here.

[he holds out his brewski for a toast] Fritzy equipment be-damned.