I'll be in the front row of your Vegas show when you use some dry ice and soap shavings and paper streamers in your grand illusion. And when it inevitably sucks, you'll hear me going--ahahahahahaha--OOF!

[He was too busy weaving an elaborate insult and gets clocked in the face. Ow, that's cold--]

I'll have my revenge!

[He chases after Stephen, trying to scoop up some snow while running at the same time.]