[What?! His brilliant distraction didn't work?! How dare you, sir! He pauses for a moment to reassess the strange asshole he was fighting. A glance down at his arm confirms the nick had already healed, leaving nothing but a small slice in his suit, through which his badly mottled and discolored skin now peeked through. Frowning, he holds his arms out, katana knocking over a snowglobe from a shelf nearby.]

What the fuck? That's it? Geez, you coulda at least tried to hurt me.

Leaning over, he picked up the broken head of one of the figures, standing and holding it in his fingers, addressing it as one would a skull in a Shakespearean play.] Alas, poor... sad clown... [seriously, who buys this shit?] I know not what to do with this pansy-ass. Any suggestions? [He holds it to his ear as if listening to a response.] That's a great idea!

[His mask stretches as he grins and shouts] BANSAIII!!! [He heaves the clown head straight at Lemony's face, continuing his momentum forward to strike at his foe.]