"Pimp, this is a no-holds-barred[footnote]Within the rules, of course.[/footnote] fight, I've been using your bar to moonshine as a bartender, and now you're criticizing me of stealing? Ha-ha, you make me laugh!" HoD takes the bullet in the shoulder, and turns the methyl alcohol into a Molotov cocktail. "Perhaps a refreshing beverage will calm you down!" he cries as he tosses the flaming bomb of death at the owner.