Thre-NO!

Flynn forces a shoulder off the ground.

Mastermind, in disbelief, climbs up to his feet, getting his paws back on the chair.

Flynn also rolls over onto his side, forcing himself up to his knees...

"Looks like that chair couldn't get the job done. And how could it?"

Mastermind tries to take another swing... Hefting the weapon over his head...

Just as Flynn catches his arm with a swift hook to the elbow...

Mastermind howls as he loses his grip on the chair, which flies as he's retracting his arm, shaking off numbness. Flynn wrenches the chair from the air.

"This chair has no lumbar support, no cushion, no ability to lean back and no real damage potential."

Flynn throws away the steel folding chair, and instead pulls out a rolling office chair with adjustable height from Staples.

"Now, this chair, from Staples, has three of those things AND... I personally taped a knife to the seat."

Flynn marches back towards Mastermind, chair over his head.

The camera does not follow him.

Nor should it.

Instead a blood splatter appears on the camera, accompanied by a man's howl of pain.

Staples' logo appears in the center of the bloodstain.

"Well... That was easy."