Bob gestures, and Trigon is back in the cage. "I don't know what you're used to, big boy. But here, the rules are different." Bob smiles at Trigon, before gesturing, and sending him to the ground. The force pressing down is also pressing him up, preventing him from crashing straight to the planet's core, which would have destroyed the entire planet. However, the force was calculated to be about the weight of a small continent, preventing Trigon from standing. "Now, I don't know why you're so weak here, but here, we play by my rules. Or do I have to start removing bits of your soul until you stop existing? Because that would amuse me as well." In order to glare at both Sparda and Trigon at once, Bob grows a second head.