I keep thinking of cool ways I would escape a shootout, with like, stunts and things. But then I remember I'm not supposed to kill people.
YOU ARE WEAK.
Wow. You're my most devoted hater, English. One wonders how I managed it.
SAD, REALLY. A SOFT, HUMAN VERSION OF A TRUE KILLER. BARELY AN ECHO, BARELY A WHISPER. YOU ARE *TINY*.
I'm a perfectly average height. Taller than most people in this city.
YES, DO DEFLECT WITH YOUR LITTLE JOKES. THE ONLY AMMUNITION YOU HAVE.
Man, if you've got something to say, say it to me directly. This little taunting thing is only funny for so long.
HOOHOO HOOHOO. LET ME SPOIL YOUR ENDING FOR YOU, LITTLE DIAMOND SIMULANT: THE DAY WE MEET FACE TO FACE IS THE DAY YOU WILL DIE.
Well that's obviously not true. Kind of lowers the credibility of your threats.
ONE DAY CLOSER.