Oh, you mean through here? [He asks, voice bright with a fresh and fallacious innocence.] Past the guards I just offered half an old cucumber sandwich to? That's the way you want me to get out of?

[He sighs, shoulders rolling back. As if all in one moment he lost the energy to be a shit.]

If you cut the badass routine, I might be trying to help you out. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not Cetagandan.