"You just gotta get creative with your soap and scarf weapon crafting. Not only deadly, but embarrassing to be taken out by something that smells like Irish Spring." Of course Kabal can joke, he's got two swords on his back so he's feeling pretty good about his chances. Especially since his current target is a disgusting cheesy mess with ribbons stuck to its antlers.

There's a faint jingling coming from somewhere and Kabal turns to listen, tilting his head and trying to figure out where it's coming from, "I'm assuming that's not the sound of cheerful goodwill."