I will go on record, right here, right now. I will try to be perfectly crystal clear.
The life of my wife, my parents, my coworkers, my friends, my pastor, the guy who delivers the mail to my house, the chick that sacked up the cheeseburger I had for lunch 26 days ago, the IRS agent who processed my 1992 tax return...any of these is more valuable than a dope dealing, unemployed by choice, criminal pimping no account good for nothing gangster wanna be thug. Period dot semicolon. With feeeeling.
Clear enough?