I do. I'll just sit in that chair in the corner and smoke a cigarette while Alter and Sugargirl go at it. Don't mind me.
Heh. I doubt you'd be sitting long...
Unless, of course, we decided to tie you to the chair with some rough, sturdy hemp. Sugar could snatch the cigarette out of your mouth while I held your head still, the sharp edge of my blade pressed against your throat, forcing you to watch while I tell her where to burn...