Yoko blinks and stopped his singing. Looking at him. "You would rather I threw the rapier or the pistol at you?" he says in a very confused way. "I will do whatever the hell I want anyways! I ain't gonna chop my limbs off or shoot myself. So cutlery will have to work as weapons. It is what I learned to do. Anything be a weapon. That is what my mother told me. Anything can be a weapon Yoko me son. It is just a matter of learning to use ye makeshift weapon effectively." he says. Quoting something his mother had said. Looking at him. Glaring daggers his way. "You can take a long walk off a short plank. I don't give a flying fuck if you think I am worth any amount of dabloons!" he snaps. Taking the fork and throwing it so it WHIZZED past his enemies (in his mind) ear and sunk deeply into the wood. "You are such a bastard!" he says angrily.