Oh, so you're gonna make me a nice person? [He slides a hand into his pocket, smirking broadly.] Good luck with that. If it works, make sure you get on the payroll here, 'cause they've been beating their heads against that brick wall for two years.

[And his lighter's out, a massive jet of flame shooting out and weaving a precise spiral up one of the basketball court's hoops. It slides up through the net in reverse, not even singing the actual rope, then curls back down and crashes into the cement. That leaves a scorch mark, but fuck it, it's an outdoor court.]