Alright Drago, let's see how you handle this, you think to yourself. You give him your best Sly Stallone impression, donning a strange sneer and saying, "I am the Law," and begin throwing fake punches his way.

The Dolph-inator observes the spectacle that you're making of yourself with little interest. He plays along for a minute or so, but quickly begins to lose his patience with your larcenous stupidity. He moves out of the way of your slo-mo punches and folds his arms impatiently. "Listen, kid, I'm glad you enjoyed Rocky IV, but this is starting to get old. And don't think for a minute that I'm going to say that line that I know you're thinking of." Oh, he's good. He practically read your thoughts. Practically. He didn't read the part where you throw another fake punch, but follow through enough to hit him in the jaw. You draw back and throw the punch, and once the Miami Dolph-in puts on a patronizing smirk, you hit him right in the jaw.

The plan backfires, as Lundgren's jaw is like a rock, and you draw your bruised hand back in pain. He scowls at you and your feeble punch. "Alright, punk, now you've crossed the line!" With that, he draws a sword from a scabbard on his back. "I used this sword in Bridge of Dragons." You tell him you've never heard of it, but that just pisses him off further. You bring up your shovel for a meager block, but Lundgren's sword cuts through it almost as easily as it slices through your empty head.

HE-MAN JUST SLICED IN HALF! START OVER!