"You name the gutter and you can have it, Duffy. Gold gutters ... Jewelled gutters. You want a gutter from here to Mars? You’ll have it. You want me to turn the System into a gutter? I’ll do it. Christ! I can turn the Galaxy into a gutter if you want it." He jabbed his chest with his thumb. "Want to look at God? Here I am. Go ahead and look."