Filthy rats.  Little do they know, should all go according to plan, soon they’ll be dancing to the beat of my drum.  Oh, what a spectacular show it will be!

Never would I have imagined running into you in a place like this. It must be fate. But you cannot rest your wings yet... Fly home to your mother, my little canary. I, too, will welcome you home with open arms.

You don't plan on winning, do you?  I'm going to have fun playing with you.