“Stop being a baby.”
“Please, will you man up!’ Solo chided.
“OW! I swear Napoleon, you are really enjoying this.”
“Moi? You’re my partner and in pain; I’m only trying to help you out.”
“OWWWWW! Enough, you sadist. I will take care of it myself. Now get away from me,” Kuryakin snarled. Illya snatched the tweezers from Napoleon’s hand while flashing him the evil eye.
“That’s the thanks I get for coming to your rescue?” Napoleon gave him the cold shoulder, though he was merely mocking.
“Next time you sit on a cactus, see if I help you!”