"Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much refined metal I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop trading? An item rare enough that it could be listed on Mann Co. goes belly up. Disappears! It ceases to exist without me. No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets random critted and you think that of me? No. I am the one who crits!"