"You wanna know how I got these cars?"

"I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few wheels and a couple of burnouts. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying!

If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a fake wheel will crack, or a race car engine will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan". But when I say that one little old Ferrari will be modded, well then everyone loses their minds!"

Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair!