"You think my job is easy? You try keeping a bunch of Fables from killing each other. How d'you think this all works? By being BIG and being Bad."

Bigby swerves in his chair, taking a whiff of his cigarette. He didn't like it when people told him what his job was like, especially if they'd never been in his shoes. It was even worse when they told him how he should be solving cases. Keeping the peace between Fables and protecting them from the mundies already stressed him out as is.

"Just keep your nose clean and pretend it never happened. I don't care. I'm not gonna change the way I do things. "