"Why are you trying to get on my good side? ...oh. I get it. You think that if you're friends with a big bad delinquent, everyone is gonna respect you. Ha...it ain't gonna work. Look: you don't wanna hang with us. Blood gets spilled. Bones get cracked. Skulls get split open. Ha...you're not giving up, are you? Okay, here's a job for you: find me...a knife. Something nice, long, and sharp. You think you can handle that? Bet you'd faint at the sight of a blade."