"Well, that's admirable," Kurt replied with a moderately horrified glance at the way the Bandit cracked his knuckles.
Kurt gasped. "Wait, you know me? How do you know me?" The only possibilities that made sense to Kurt were either the Bandit was from Lima (big possibility) or after Finn's trouble, he'd researched the whole family (less likely).
"Yes, Finn," Kurt agreed. "And you may know of him, but you don't know him. He's got a good heart." Kurt sighed. "But terrible execution. I don't want to hurt him, just find him and talk him out of this."
"Well, this ... it's only my second time out, really. I had that training back in Lima, but I haven't used it for ten years. I guess I'm a little rusty. And plagiaristic. Sorry again about the costume."