Victorion: Now, stand aside, worthy adversary!
Menasor: This is just a scratch!
Superion: A scratch?! She just sliced your arm off!
Menasor: No, she didn’t!
Victorion: Then who’s that lying on the ground?!
Dead End: Oh, Primus! The pain! It’s terrible! Just kill me already! My life sucked already!
Menasor: I’ve had worse.
Victorion: You liar!
Menasor: Come at me, Toots!