Luka grimaces considering the options. Four's really going to make him say this on live tv, huh? His head on a platter was looking more and more appealing.

"Uhh.... poo-poo? Doo-doo, pee-pee?"

It had better have been one of those, because it's all Luka could think of. If the goal of the show was to get exploitable sound bites of Luka saying stupid stuff, he was over it.

His hand grips the sword as he waits for some kind of signal to attack.