Well, well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence. Agent Jack Burns, what's the big idea swooping into my humble abode like a hawk on the hunt? What brings you knocking on my door, huh? Spill the beans, my friend, spill 'em right here on this fine carpet. Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? Let's cut to the chase, lay it all out on the table. I'm all ears, Agent Burns, so hit me with your best shot. Let's dance the dance of conversation and see where this little...