"We're not the six o'clock news here," Wilford says. "You will hear some shit that you won't want to hear. You'll see some shit that will make your blood boil. We have guests that deserve the fucking chair. If you can't handle that, you don't come to work that day. As long as you're available, I don't care what you do in your down time. If you want to go down to the beach and do a bunch of blow with some lot lizards, you just better be able to get back quickly if someone needs something."

He looks over his kingdom of chaos. It's not much, but it's his.

"You got any questions for me?"