That transparent am I? Sheesh..........kebab. You're too smart for me.
I'm handing your case over to my boss. He doesn't take prisoners, and you'll need more than ballet shoes to deflect his onslaught.
Don't bother coming back to me for mercy when you're out for the count. I'll be too busy taking over the world, hunting witches, and hacking your 'puter to be of any use to you.
Oh yeah, and putting the finishing touches on that cartel expose. Let's not forget that, shall we? I'm off to Annabels' now to drown my sorrows in a bottle (or 3) of Blue Nun before the real work begins.
Been a pleasure not doin' any business with you. Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite.