You can't just murder peasants who don't belong to you, [Huaisang scolds, worried about the threat. His new friend threatens an awful lot of murder.] You might get in trouble. Though you really shouldn't murder peasants who do belong to you, either.

We should make a bunch of the peppermint-pattys and then come back here and sell it to people who got pulled here against their will, like us. It would probably be very popular.