"I'm sorry you're too young to cultivate a proper mustache."

As soon as Psiioniic stumbles, Tom lunges in for the kill. He dodges the knife thrown at him easily, with a sort of grace that doesn't seem to match his usual limp - that makes it seem almost affected, by comparison.

He throws blow after blow at Psiioniic's head, mouth wide with a grin that seems nearly fanged.