*A red light dimly shines through the smoke*
If you're done playing around, Graveny, then I'd like to inform you that you just made a terrible investment.
*My wrist blades eject from their sheathes, glowing a bright blue*
I warned you, twice. And just as in baseball, your third strike puts you out. Any last-minute smart aleck retorts you'd like to put in before I end this?
Nothing of that sort. Just the truth. You don't have it in you to do anything more than maintain a stalemate.