Listen, coward, the question ain't whether I accept your challenge because you are no challenge. The question is whether or not you accept the task of finding out just how weak and helpless you really are. You can either slink away like a spineless, under-200 pound pencil-neck snake and spend the rest of y'pitiful life filling yerself up wit' lies that your on my level but the fact of the matter is that there's a reason I didn't tell the Valkyries to fetch enough protein for the both of us. I'm a dude that would do Hercules' labors in his sleep...I'd lift Thor's hammer an' crush in my teeth, y'dig? Anything you got I could take anytime I want and ain't nothin' stoppin' me but my own choices. You ain't got the physical strength t'stop me an' you ain't got the mental strength to deal wit' life after you see how crappy it is that there's someone like me around that can destroy all yer little dreams anytime I want.

I'm gonna beat you down an' then the real test is gonna come, you feel me? Yer gonna figure out once an' for all if you can deal with existin' as a worm. But maybe my girls can scare up some nice drugs fer you so you can imagine yer kicking my ass while yer holed in the hospital.