My my my... You think you know someone. You surround yourself with people. You call them family. You look upon them as brothers. Then... Then they break their word to you. See, I'm faced with a dilemma here folks. I've found out a great wealth of information that was kept from me recently. A lot of information that should have been revealed over time, but since it was all dumped on me at once, it has roughly same effect as keeping a lit cigarrette in an oil refinery.
I've learned of things. Bad things. Kept from me. Broken words. Secret allegiances. Things that were wise to be kept from me. But now that I know... A hard rain is going to fall.
It hurts me to have to get my vengeance. The people I have to get vengeance on are very close to me. I don't want to seek vengeance, but something in me yearns for it. So, I'm going to offer a reprieve. Not everyone knows everything I know. And I'm sure I don't know everything that has gone on. The question is What do I know about who? I'm giving everyone I know until Monday to come clean with me in anyway they may have crossed me. If everything I know hasn't been repeated to me I start doing things. Bad things...