"Nope. It's..." He considers how to word this particular can of hocrap, staring resolutely at the wisps of smoke rising skywards from the tip of his cancer stick.

"It's more complicated than that, sweetie. Me and my friends? We used to trust the Watchers' Council. Then we kind of got involved with the big double-u age crowd, and then they didn't trust us anymore."

He shrugs. "But why would they, really? So they screw us over, and one thing leads to another, and all of a sudden, we've decided to tear the place down and then some."

Heavy stuff, this. "And we did."