Sollingen - HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!

At this point, Joe never looked so pissed and Isaac had to repeat himself.

"I said I'm out. I'm not interested in winning that, and I'm sure as hell not betting my tachi sensei bought for me. It's that important. Now, can I please have my four packs of cigs?"

Joe never looked so disappointed, "Dammit! FUCK! This shit should've worked 100% of the time! You loved crystals for fuck's sake!"

Isaac waved him off, "No, no, there's this chick back home that likes it—"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DAMMIT!"

I waved him off, "Alright, Mr. Hustler, now what?"

"What do you mean, now what?"

"I don't wanna tell you how to run your events but you've been doing your own thing for a while now. And you did propose to fight me. However, if you can't even get past Isaac here—or any of my students, I'd hate to sound like an asshole but you'll just lose to me. Even if you're messing around while fighting with Isaac."

Isaac never looked so pissed, "YOU'RE WHAT—"