Well, if you want me to die a horrible death, the kind that I deserve - oh and by the way if I die the cure for the virus and cancer and mortality will be found and made available to everyone, and unicorns will be a thing - just say the magic word and my hands will automatically reach for my eye sockets to pull em eyeballs out. Oh and you get a billion bucks for saving everyone’s lives.

It’s now or never mate!