[Namur looks completely horrified. After a few moments, he's finally able to spit a word out of his mouth.]

Bastards.

[He shakes his head, trying to string any other series of words together into a coherent sentence. Eventually, he manages.]

No offense, babe, but yer old crew sucks. I'mma whoop their asses if they show up here. Maybe it'll knock some sense int' 'em. What the hell kinda dickshit moron sets up their own crew t' fail? Damn, girl.

So's some a this y' bein' nervous 'bout joinin' us? Worried we might set y' up the same way?