Marcus: Alright people, settle in. I asked that all the Burrows folk gather here today because I'm making an announcement. As of right now, the Burrows Boys are withdrawing from our little alliance and claiming ownership over these tunnels.
Marcus: Now... for some of you that's probably confusing. Maybe you're asking yourself "Marcus, what's that mean for the Burrows? What's it mean for me?" Well friends, it's pretty damn simple. It means that as of now, I own everything in these tunnels! The rats you eat, the mold growing on your mattress, the bricks you're standing on. They're all mine.
Marcus: But, not to worry. I'm a kind and fair ruler. I'll let you continue using my facilities if you follow one simple rule. And that is to follow my every order to a T! I tell you to do something, you do it. I need something, you get it. I ask for the moon? You figure out how to pull that SOB out of the sky and bring it down here.
Trish: And if we refuse?
Marcus: Well you could do that... you could. But you'd be more screwed than you are already. Look around, Trish. My boys are the only ones here with guns, and the only ones that know a thing about fighting! None of you can touch us. You wouldn't stand a chance. I understand you folks have gotten used to the chummy, love-your-neighbor bullshit, but the new world order is here. Now, I know that's some bitter medicine to swallow. But if I need to help you force it down, I am more than happy to oblige.