"None of them are here so I can't stab them. But you're here so I can stab you! Any last words before I stab you?" Bad Five counters, sounding just as annoyed as before.

"Just don't stab him in the face." Bad Luka chimes in, unmoving from his uncomfortable position. His tense voice paired with his fingers gripped against his head make it clear he's enduring some amount of pain.

"Shush or I'll stab your face." She counters him, turning and pulling the knife out of the table to level it at... Bad Luka.

What a twist!