"Philosophically speaking? . . . I don't want to see the 'bad guys' dead. I want to see them humiliated. I want them marched out onto the streets naked, their names tattooed on their forehead, and those of everyone they harmed cut into their arms. Their rap sheet branded on their backs. I want them stood under spotlights so everyone can see them clearly, and once that is over, I want them locked in a box and stored in a tiny room like the ones in kennels. No, I don't want them dead at-all. I in fact would prefer them kept healthy. Why after all that keep them alive? Because I want to know everything they know, and they might be having trouble remembering details right now. Surely they'll remember sooner or later, and when they do, I want someone like you, Richard, there to write down whatever they might say." I feel flabbergasted; I lose my grip on my pen, and it takes me several seconds to find it and finish recording that mouthful.
