Megatron: Now stand aside, worthy adversary!
Whirl: ‘Tis but a scratch!
Megatron: A scratch? Your arm’s off!
Whirl: No it isn’t.
Megatron: What’s that, then?
Whirl: *Pauses* . . . I’ve had worse.
Megatron: You liar!
Whirl: Come on, you pansy!
This is pretty much
Megatron: Drop the knife!
Whirl: Why don’t you come and get it?
Megatron: I said *whips out a baton* drop the knife!
Whirl: Fuck yoou