Only does your nut in if you don't think you should be here. Look at me, sweet old man? A bit bumbly, full of jail-block wisdom, cornerstone of the jail, put in with the foundations, right? Right. I didn't get to be the oldest con for breaking windows. Villains spend their lives shitting themselves that other criminals are going to see to them. So they get their retaliation first as twice as nasty. A bloke was coming after me, so I, um, I went around to his digs and lobbed grenade in the window. Left over after the war, you know, army surplus. I didn't know, but he had his little baby and his little girl in there with him. The house went up like a firecracker. No one came out. He'd barricaded the door with furniture in case I came around. By the time they got in, the screaming stopped. Thirteen months old, learning to walk apparently. Nothing I can do is ever going to make up for that, is it?