Every minute you don't tell us why you're here, I cut off a finger.

Yours or mine?

Yours.

Damn.

We're wondering if we broke these Russian spies the same way the Russians came at Emmett Fritz-Hume.

Word has it, we cracked their scrambled, microwave transmissions (they were using a simple polyphoneticly grouped twenty square digit key, transposed from booster verdonic form, with multiple nulls) by using a Drogen's Decoder Wheel that we found in a Lucky Charms cereal box.





Here's a photo of one of the Russian deep cover agents.