"If he didn't get somethin' outta you, you wouldn't be here. That's how it works. It ain't just about killin' people! It's about gettin' them where it hurts. Until your friends disappear on ya, and you're all alone with a bunch of guys you can't trust, and then..."

He draws a thumb across his throat. "When he finally wrings you out for all your worth, when someone newer and more fun comes along, then you're useless to him. And into the nothing you go."

He shakes his head and picks up the shot. "I dunno why he's playin' this game with you guys, and I don't wanna know. And for the record? Yeah. Sharky would congratulate you for bein' a good boy. Probably give you a pat on the head, or somethin'."

He raises the shot in a salute, lifts it to his lips -- and then hurls it with the force of a fastball at Pratt's face.

"But I'm not Sharky!"

And he's gonna try to bolt.