Now this is more like it. This is how Knock Out prefers his fleshlings -- weak, struggling, and totally at his mercy. Not going to town on his luxurious interior upholstery with a steak knife.

"Oh, I think you've done quite enough," Knock Out drawls, tightening his grip on Sollux just slightly. "Trust me, I'm going to have to go to a lot of trouble to fix my interior... And I don't think you're in a position to be giving orders to anyone. So pipe down and listen, troll -- because I'm only going to say this once."

He brings Sollux up to eye level with him, holding him close enough to his face that Sollux can probably see the cycling of his optics. "You don't touch my upholstery. And you never touch my finish. Or I will crush you like the miserable bug you are."