Just imagine it.... My decades of study culminating in smacking you in your dirty mouth. I could use my Krotty or Kong Foo to flip you around like a dusty rag. A dirty dusty rag. That is right buffoon!!
I happen to own many very scary weapons and sticks and such. I could poke you in the ribs with my Bow Stuff or bonk your noggin with my Nonchalks. You will beware the slice of my mighty Sords.
I bet you know better now, huh Mr Fool? You have been duly warned of my skill levels and power readings. There was this one occasion when I was forced to display my learnings. The person from whom I was forced to defend myself regretted his decision forthrightly. I gave him such a tussle and even a bit of a jostling.
If you would like to spar, we could go back to my loft. I have rustling mats and Krotty bath robes. I could teach you many a thing about becoming a rough and tumble oriental master! We can take turns being the victim or being the aggressor. Whom soever pins the other in an official way, wins a prize. If I happen to win, I would like a soft peck on my cheek from you.... Maybe two. It will be such a gladdening of joy!