"Yes, start with those who are up."
"As for those who are asleep, I've arranged for local gangs to literally knock on their doors."
"Isn't that a bit crude?"
"The most effective business actions are often the simplest. Let's get going. Raising 2 billion tonight isn't going to be an easy feat. Oh...now it's 2.7 billion. Everyone, let's do this."
"Tonight could be the most lucrative fight we've ever had."
"2.7 billion? Has the boss gone mad? That's a lot!"
"Perhaps, and it's now 2.8 billion."
...
"We're here."
"Let's go pay a visit to our guest for tonight."
Kerr Cowell stands in front of a high-rise building, gazing at the words "Ervin Hawk Tax Collection Company" imprinted on it. He pauses, turns to face the camera, gives a light laugh, and starts speaking.
"You know, about an hour ago, the people from this Tax Collection Company contacted me."
"They called me a chaotic force and intended to collect 45% of my illegal earnings as tax."
"I murdered them and came here."