Dude no, Mister Strider makes me sound like I'm sixty or something. I don't look like some tall, classy silver fox. I'm young and spry and why are we talking about this?

[He shakes his head and ducks a monster attempting to take his head off. Dave slides to the side and swings to his right. The blade bites deep into the sorry fool and it falls. Dave leaves it for Rose to take care of as he pulls his blade free.]