[Stomping forward and rising on the balls of his feet does not, contrary to his instincts, make him look any bigger, no matter how far up he's getting in Chitoge's grill.]

What's gonna happen? What'll happen, dumbass, is you're gonna piss off the one person who has a fuckin' clue what goes on in a death game like this!

[If she's gonna poke him in the chest, then he'll just grab her by the collar.]

You wanna wind up in a washing machine again, all cut to pieces? Haah? Do you? Show some goddamn respect!