Some one must have them somewhere and is making it well known that the public will get to see them.
Well let us make it well known to the blackmailers that we the public already know what a bunch of bitchboy skunkknockering spunklessjaffa buttwelding slotgrinders we've got on our hands.
We don't give a flying one anymore. What you've got doesn't come anywhere near what we imagine to be the case.
We're like farmers gazing into our fields one day to check on our prize mares or top notch beach donkey fleet, only to find ourselves staring at dead mules.
Someone's going to pay.
Play this it's short, sweet and to the point.