"...Every fuckin' fiber of my being wants to make a shitty pun." He has a completely earnest face.

"I kinda hate myself for it." And he purses his lips, nods grimly, and lets that potential pun linger in the post-execution air, inappropriate and unspoken but very much felt in the horrible cockles off his being.

"So we get the information. We get resources for Markus. We get these chips out. Then we see what we do from there."