You open the door and shout 'CRACKAS!!!' giving them each a large bearhug, your cheek nestling up to meet their awaiting groins. 'I always wanted a threesome with an old greasy Italian and a fat retard!' you exclaim looking up into their awaiting eyes. Their lack of reprisal has you in a state of surprisal and your only advisor is yourself, none the wiser. They say that they are not here for sex, and they don't touch women, just each other. It seems their needs are more pressing and they warn you about an impending terrorist attack on New York. You are frightened and so very very short.
A: Take Nicky and Art and get the fuck out of New York
B: Confront your fears head on and go after the terrorists