Baxter was relaxed.

He was enjoying time with his many wives and much bonking was happening.

A general entered tactfully and told Baxter that here were three guys from The Curmudgeon Inc. who seemed to be coming after him. Baxter stabbed the general in the throat so that he wouldn't be worried anymore. Then he said to all those present, "Bring them on."

Just to be sure, Baxter assembled a huge fucking army.