Step on it, rampart peddler.

You may have the acuity to build a company like this
from the ground-up, but I can see how you’re pulling those strings.

You don’t have to tell me to keep quiet, mister.
All you need to do is grease the wheels of justice,
and I’ll be rolling my way out of your sordid affairs.

How much will it cost you to keep me on your side?
You’re clearly more creative than I am in these matters,
so I’ll let you figure out the sleazy details.

Seven thousand dollars and a year’s supply of Playboys?
Okay, I’m listening.