They say give a man enough rope and he’ll hang himself.  Meaning if you see someone making mistake after mistake and you don’t stop them, eventually the totality of their mistakes will be what ends them. 

Hatchet, you’ve always let your anger control you.  Let your bitterness for the world around you mold you into the face-painted lunatic you are today. 

You’ve built your facade on that anger, on that bravado.  It’s what everyone thinks about when they think of Hatchet: unrepentant anger, remorseless rage, and unchecked violence.  You stand with a Gathering of fellow face-painted freaks.  Thinking that your way of might makes right is the proper way to problem-solving. 

We get it; you’re a tortured soul who believes the only way to address your pain is violence.   

But that’s the point, while you’ve allowed your past to turn you into a wrecking ball destroying everything in your path.  I’ve allowed my past experiences to turn me into a scalpel, measured and precise.  I stand as an articulate member of the world, able to use tools like a wrecking ball when needed. 

Mr. Juggalo, you may consider yourself to be a human being capable of independent thought, but I see what you truly are.  You’re an unstable tool, the equivalent of dynamite.  If you don’t know how to use it, give it a purpose; it’ll turn you into a fine paste.  But if you know how to handle its volatility, it can be used to take out one’s enemies.  But at times it’ll also self-destruct, exploding without warning, taking itself out. 

Hatchet, that’s all you are, you’re a tool, my own personal WMD.  I stir you up and point you in the direction I need you to move in, and you become a ball of razor blades, consuming those who stand in my way. 

However, now, Juggalo, you’ve grown far above your station.  You think that you deserve to be more than the tool that you’ve always been.  It’s at these times where a scalpel is best used to dissect the situation and cut down to where you once were and put you back where you belong.  I gave you the purpose of hunting down Destructo, I gave you the serum that allowed you to match strength and violence with Scissor, but you’ve thought yourself more than a tool. 

It’s time I force you to… breathe it in and remind you that we’ve never been equals.  Be reminded that while you’re a man of action and violence, I am a man of planning and precision.  It’s time to remind you that anger only gets you so far.   

It’s time to show you that I’ve been the one handing you length upon length of rope all this time by feeding that anger, feeding that rage.  Now you have all that rope, and I get to pull back the slack.  In that moment, the whole of Arcadia will watch as you snap your own neck, all because I gave you exactly enough rope to hang yourself.