He makes a vague noise of acknowledgement. "KEEP IT IN MIND THEN. Keep it fresh in your thick motherfucking pans. YOU ASKED THIS OF ME AND UP AND MADE AGREEMENT. You will do EXACTLY as I fucking say ON ANYTHING IN RELATION TO MATTERS SUCH AS MOTHERFUCKING THIS. If you fail to do so, IF YOU FUCK UP, I will find out," he promises. "THE TASK, my brothers, is to keep at YOU TWO from killing one another in fit of witless caliginous FUCKERY. So long as you obey. SO LONG AT A PAIR PLAY NO GAME, what ain't what they've been told." He moves to clasp a hand on each of their shoulders. "CONGRATUMOTHERFUCKINGLATIONS MY SHITPANNED QUADRANTMATES, you've given him reason not to kill you." He gives them a shake and lets go.