"Please. Would you be proud to report that you defeated the Grapefruit Menace on your patrol today? Of course not, that's ridiculous, I'm made of Iron and I'm Menacing, I can still turn people into grapefruit, that's menacing," Tony argued as he straightened and spun around again, this time coming to a rolling stop to let the mothcats catch up with the development. They were looking a little tired, and one flopped down in the middle of the path, splayed and clearly feeling the summer heat, in the settling dust. "It's going to be even more embarrassing when you lose to the Grapefruit Menace," he added at the sorry sight.