"I can think of worse things than getting disqualified." It would be an easy out. It beats actually having to kill people. It's less shameful than goddamn dying. Maybe getting disqualified wouldn't be so damn bad when you really get down to it.

Dirk lets out a snort. He's actually amused right now, and the sound is pretty damn condescending. "So out of everything," he says, the amusement and condescension clear in his voice, "You chose knitting. Oh man, you're so fuckin' scary. That goes good on a resume. Arena champion and professional knitter."