Well, I'm not going to claim to be happy about our collective predicament, but moaning and groaning about it isn't going to solve the problem, is it? Would you rather I be wrecking havoc right now?

( he motions for the bartender, placing an order for a glass of scotch. )

You don't have to tell me, but I'm asking anyway. I'm curious if the lot of you have begun to plot my death yet.