At this point, Kenny's own water bottle has about a quarter of the stuff left. He's been trying to ration it out, but it's so good, and all this climbing and leaping through the jaws of death makes him get thirsty pretty easily. In his own mind he's a force not to be reckoned with; he will not stand for any more of these stupid assholes trying to screw him over. So when this douchebag yells and shoves at him he whips around with fire in his eyes, snarling like a fluffy pink chihuahua.

"Eat shit and die, pigfucker!" Even if the words are muffled beyond comprehension, the naked rage within them is quite plain to hear. Especially since he grabs onto one of the ropes and proceeds to use it as leverage to launch himself forward, the top of his hard skull aimed for a place that only a "shorty" like him could manage.