There you were, on the stage, about to fight. You had only stumbled in his theater, not expecting anything to happen due to how abandoned it looked.

“Enough! Trying to hoodwink me, are you?! You can’t possibly be this…dreadful! We’re tossing the script and moving to the la grande finition! Please excuse my thespian vernacular when I say: Thou art going down! Maybe I’ll make you my puppet on a string after this! It’s what you deserve after being such a thorn in my side.”