Bullshit. [Klavier's given another good shake, Greed leaning back to avoid an awkward facial collision.] You are just so... full... of shit! [And the distance is closed again, forehead to forehead, with harsh, deep breaths.] Why'm I here... Heh... Why the hell're you here, doing the kinda shit you always push off on people like her, huh? Or're you gonna say this [His free hand slams on the desk again, flinging a few sheets of paper in the air for emphasis.]'s important now?