You're not going to get a concussion, you big baby.
[Okay, now the katamari gets to see the wicked-looking hunting knife as it's pulled, still dusted with powdery, scaly moth bits. Before it dips out of sight to *snick* through several ties right around the belt area. Dum-de-dum, don't mind him. Surely he meant "you're not going to get any more injured".