[Wow, Scout, are you asking to get beat up? Spy flashes a scowl at the guards, and it's the final straw they need before fleeing. With a loud sigh, he picks up his tray, righting its contents before setting it on the table.]

Scout, I swear to you, I am going to tie you to a chair and 'ang it from t'e ceiling. T'en, I am going to beat you until each and every one of your teeth 'ave fallen out.