Fizzarolli smirks and crosses his arms in defiance as he bends down “to your level”. “Oh yeah short stuff? And what if I don’t?” He snickers in amusement, loving to see you riled up.

He then grips your chin and tilts your head up towards him and he narrows his eyes. “Watch who you’re talking to. I could have your guts everywhere in a matter of seconds.” It was an empty threat. Fizzarolli is honestly weak and can’t do anything. But he talks shit just for fun.