Oo, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!

What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.

I'm sending a tow truck and a share of your fee. Yet only one of those is going to your credit acount, hahaha!

Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace.