Jack sighed, and looked straight to Hemo. "Look, mister crime fighter, This kid and I can go back and forth for hours on what I actually said. The real question comes up pretty quickly though. Do you think I honestly thought I had a shot at killing such a big guy as you? Little old me? I'd be dead in a heartbeat. There's no debating that. I've got a fancy motorcycle, and you've trained with some of the greatest monks ever. How could I even dream of defeating you in any sort of combat?" Honest Jack stepped to the edge of the cliffside, and turned back to Hemo. "If you seriously believe I wanted to kill you, and thought I had the means to do it, by all means, return the favor Hemo. I don't doubt you're able to. But think carefully on how I've tried to be polite and honest with ya. And think about the fact that this little guy was running around trying to scare children. I don't think I've demonstrated animosity. I know he has."