I'll be frank with you, Kaiba. [If Kaiba won't give him it, he'll just take another one, not like there's shortage of knives around them.]

I'm a 3,000 year old dead man in hell, bleeding, trapped in a storage closet— [He emphasizes this for its absurdity.] —full of medieval torture devices— [There's an Iron Maiden here. An Iron Maiden!! Atem's tone drops a decibel.] —with someone I'm not sure is my friend or enemy.

Roll up your sleeve and shut up.