[Oh, he moves alright. He makes one great leap to the side to match a giant yelp.]

W-What the hell?! A whip?! That's your solution to an argument?! You just go from zero to whip in ten sentences?! What a foolhardily foolish way for a fool to foolishly try and fool someone who is doing his damndest to fool you into thinking he isn't a foolishly foolhardy fool! But you can't fool me! I'm not foolin' around!

[Darin, no. No stop.]

Yes, it is. My whip is the answer to all my problems.

If there's something I dislike, I'll hit it. What? Do you have an issue with it?

[There is a problem, Franziska. Anyone with a speck of common sense would realize this. ]

Yes! Yes, I have like a million problems with it! Especially if I'm the one you're whipping! I'm not into that stuff!

You'd better be careful.

My whip doesn't agree with that. It's got a mind of its own.

[ No it doesn't. ]

...It's cursed?

[Oh no.]

You have quite the imagination.

Maybe it's your head that's cursed and not my whip.

[ Franziska could stop being so rude for one thing. ]