Time for your chainsaw enema!
GREEN!!
I grab you by your over-long, ridiculous bunny ears, spin you over and around my head a few times, and finally swing you into a corner of the wall. Your mask cracks to reveal your hideous face, and gangerous left eye which I promptly stab with a red-hot cattle prod.
With you skewered on the end of the still discharging cattle prod, I jab your whole body into Bdoomed's sprawled out, inert form. This is for not understanding anatomy well enough to realize you can't prevent bleeding by ripping quickly. Also for using the c word when women are in the room.
I chuckle as I watch you both do the Rock Lobster until the long-lasting battery dies out.