I'm not "people," Hal Emmerich. I am a very specific sort of monster. It's okay to want those types to be hurt. Encouraged, even.

[Yep, that's your husband's knife. He makes no sound throughout the impromptu surgery.]

Bruises, mostly. They were more interested in having a gun to my son's head than doing me actual damage.

[He is annoyed by this and rises, picking up his ruined shirt.]

My gratitude, Hal Emmerich.