"Ah. My rosy-cheeked new employees. I’m not going to lie, we’re all here to make a buck. But it’s the happiness of my people that gets me up each morning. My father, rest his soul, was a diamond miner. Got up at the crack of dawn each morning, smoked a cigarette and down into the earth he went. For that wonderful, wonderful man, the company was God. I bring that same reverence to my humble business here. And I expect all of you to do the same. Now, there are only three company rules you have to follow. First, protect my product. You can fuck them, boys, but be gentle. Second, kill any native on sight. And, finally, all profits go to me. I’m an understanding boss, but if you break one of these rules-[lights a match and sets the cage on fire] I roast you in the furnace till your skin crackles like chicken. Right, enough talk. Those savages want to destroy my life’s work. My pride and joy. Show them we mean business. Ah, I almost forgot, we have a special this month: your very own island for the head of Jason Brody."