You get creamed, one way or another.
Wouldn’t he give you the shirt off his back?
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? Only the shadow knows.
He has plenty of them: they’re in his head.
Take a hike.
Well then, he’ll have a blast.
Chute the works.
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Step on it.
I can dig it.
You get creamed, one way or another.