You wake me at 5:15 AM to wish me a happy Fathers' Day, and tell me you'll do anything to make my day as happy as possible.
I explain to you how I've gotten deep in debt to the Mob, and how it will be my skin if I can't get together the money within a week.
Where's the money, Master?
Do you: Give me your organs to sell to science ....... Let me sell you into slavery ....... Become the sex toys of wealthy, sadistic octogenarians .......
