[ very cocky, then. goodness.

he shrugs off his blazer and throws it aside—all the better to maintain his full range of movement. the smile on his face slowly begins to morph into a wild grin the more time goes by. ]

We ain't allowed to kill each other, so why don't we make it fun? When ya think about it that way, we can go all out, Cunning-han.

[ bad. ]