Victor: brandishing knife close to your face You scared yet?! Feel that cold steel! How's it feel, huh?!
What exactly would that lesson be?
Victor: grins menacingly It'll be a lesson you'll never forget, boy! I'll show you who's really in charge around here!
As I said before, you're not my "boss." Just who do you think you are, anyway?
Victor: pauses, his anger boiling over I'm Victor, you stupid brat! I'm the one who calls the shots around here, and you're gonna learn that real quick!
Oh, I see. So you're a wannabe gangster, huh?
Victor: throws his head back and laughs mockingly A wannabe gangster? You think I'm some kind of joke, huh? Well, boy, let me tell you something: I'm the real deal!
Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England. Get lost, Victor. I've got better things to do than listen to your inflated ego.
Victor: clenches his fists, his voice dripping with contempt You think you're so smart, huh? Well, we'll see how long that confidence lasts when I'm through with you, pup!
Once again, I'm not a "pup." But sure, go ahead. Do your worst.
Victor: lunges at NotLeague, pinning him against the wall You think you can defy me? Well, you're about to find out just how badly I can hurt you, you little shit!
I close my eyes and suddenly Victor finds himself lying on the floor, having been knocked down without touch
Victor: groans in pain, struggling to get up What the hell... how did you...?
Looks like there's more to me than meets the eye.
Victor: grits his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth Yeah, well, looks like you've got a few tricks up your sleeve too, pup. But don't think you're safe just yet. We're far from done here!
And what's with all this "pup" business? I told you, I'm a fully grown German Shepherd. That's a dog, if you didn't know.
Victor: snarls, his voice dripping with disdain Yeah, a dog! A big stupid furry dog, that's what you are!
At least I'm not a pathetic human.
Victor: Pathetic?! You think you're not pathetic, huh? Well, let me tell you somethin', boy: you're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a creature!
Sorry, Victor. But it's true. Look at you. All you do is threaten people with your knife and brag about your collection of 400 knives. Is that the best you could do in life?
Victor: pauses, his anger giving way to a flicker of vulnerability You think it's that simple, huh? You think I chose this life?
Don't you always have a choice?
Victor: sighs, his voice softer You don't understand, boy. You don't know what it's like to grow up alone, to have no one to care for you but yourself.
I know you're alone. I am too. But that doesn't give you an excuse to bother others.
Victor: pauses, his eyes searching NotLeague's for understanding Maybe... maybe you're right. But it's hard, boy.
Victor: takes a deep breath, his voice quieter Look, I never had anyone to teach me the right way, no one to show me how to be a real man.
You're doing a pretty good job of it now.
Victor: looks down, his grip on the knife loosening Thanks, boy. Maybe... maybe I can change.
Yeah, well, don't go getting all mushy on me now. Let's start by fixing that crappy knife.
Victor: smiles weakly Yeah, I guess it could use some fixing. But how do you know so much about knives, boy?
I don't. I'm just trying to help. Here, let me take a look at it.
Victor: hesitates for a moment, then hands the knife over to NotLeague Just be careful, alright? It's... it's very special to me.