[ YOU'RE DEAD, BRO. AT LEAST HE'LL DO YOU A SOLID AND MAIL YOU BACK TO CIEL AT YOUR APARTMENT MOSTLY INTACT?! Oz's head will be missing from the pine-box coffin, given that he'll be hanging it up on the mantelpiece with the rest of his trophy kills, but he'll spare you the shame of desecrating your lifeless corpse ... ]

How are we going to have our match if you hide beneath the bleachers like a sniveling rat? I'm — obviously — joking — about — KILLING — YOU.

[ Erratically interspersing his words with KICKING BOUTS and TRAMPLING STOMPS, he squints at the loser encasing himself in his (very probable) metal tomb. ]

Didn't you want to swim? You choose to back out like a coward now, of all times?