Well Shame...do you care if I come find you and fill up your stern end with my size 11.5 hobnailed boots? Or would you rather I just stomp you to a pulp and then grind the stain into the sidewalk?

I'll let you choose. If you'd prefer you could always come down here and let me shoot you to pieces over three days, like Jack Slade did to Jules Beni. In either case, remember that I asked if you cared.