"That's not what I wanted to know, Shego. Your only chance right now is to tell me what I want to know." To punctuate the point, Jack kneels down, still on her hand, presses the taser to her chest, and gives her a hefty jolt. "That was a low setting. This-" he holds the taser close to her face, blue sparks flickering only a few inches from her eyes- "carries enough voltage to paralyze someone for life if they're hit in the right place. It's gonna be awful hard for you to steal anything when you're in that wheelchair, Shego. Especially with a pair of ruined hands."

He stands back up, now standing astride her, with his other foot very close to her undamaged hand, staring down at her with pitiless cold eyes. "You like your hands a lot, don't you? You ever wonder what they'd look like with every finger broken? Every nail torn off? I know a couple ways to break a person's finger in two seconds. That's ten seconds for every finger, twenty seconds for both hands. Twenty seconds to cripple you, Shego, that's all I need. And you don't even have that much time to tell me where the backup is." His eyes narrow to slits and his foot moves closer to her other hand. "I'm going to count to ten, and then I'm going to shock you again, and then I'm going to start on your hands. Your choice. One. Two. Three. Four..."