Redcoat: Oi, where you goin’, cully?

Redcoat: No. The other cock robin.

Haytham: Well, I uh… I WAS leaving.

Redcoat: Oh? And now?

Haytham: Well, now… I’m going to feed you your teeth.

Kaniehtí:io: And you were worried I was going to be the problem.

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!