Okay, people, it’s time that you met the members of my team.
This is Morris, my Agent. I mean, he looks like a Pussy Cat, right? Don’t you believe it! He has fangs of steel and a grip like a vice. He can slice the flesh off the bones of a contract in minutes, and get to grips with the business like a tiger pouncing on a fawn. Only then, when the signature is on the paper, will he lean back, purr and let you stroke his hair. Spooky, I know.
(What do ya mean, you didn’t think I had a ‘team’. No? You think I can manage all this crazy stuff on my own? Why, only if there’s half a dozen of me – and that’s not likely. Not in this Universe.))