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Bet you thought I was too nice to do this, huh? Well, I warned you. I warned that all fat-mockers of the Lucian Freud painting would be executed. And unlike the clean-fingered technicians of war, sitting in their laboratoriess building weapons of mass destruction, I'm not afraid to get blood on my hands. Doolittle—yours was a minor infraction, to be sure. But everyone else was so well-behaved—and, you sorta asked for it! (P.S.: No, I'm not Ketch. I just feel like putting down some law and order.)