[ Listen up, you apple pie-loving kentucky fried fuck. I am going to fashion a garotting wire by braiding together pot noodles until they form a disgusting, but appallingly strong cord. Then I will throttle you with it, and the BBC's coverage of my arrest and the following murder trial will be the finest in the world.

Also Octavia pats Jovan's head or something. ]

You might not die! Cool your jets. And if you do, my Jesus powers might kick in and save you.

In fact, I might be able to fix your arm. Want me to try?