I raise a hand, a calm and collected expression on my face, as if I'm about to conduct an orchestra of doom. "Hold on, Cell, don't get your... cells in a twist just yet." I take a slow, deliberate step back, my eyes never leaving Cell's furious gaze. "You see, I've been in tighter spots than this before. And I've got a... bone to pick with you, Cell." My grin returns, wider and more mischievous than before. "You want to play a game, Cell? Let's play a game. But don't say I didn't warn you..."...