...I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that about my bassist. [Luci says, barely containing her anger. Comparing him to Predator-- where the fuck did Kido get off?]

As for sitting back-- you don't have a goddamn choice. This is not some David and Goliath bullshit where you can throw a bass and through loving and caring, knock out a man three times your size. No, that doesn't happen in the real world, and all you succeeded in doing was getting the shit beaten out of you. 'Pointless' doesn't even begin to describe what happened here. Unless you actually think Tiger is going to feel warm and fuzzy about you spitting blood for him-- in which case, bravo. Mission accomplished.