[Nathan shuffles around so he's now laying on the couch.]

Dude, no way. You would be so fucking burned from that. It's like a supreme dick move and even if you found a way to fucking, I don't know, pull an ice burn on me?

You'd still go back to it. "Fuck that Nathan guy. He fucking ripped off my arm on purpose and then added insult to injury by taking away my smug sense of self-satisfaction!"

Admit it. It would totally haunt you. The knowledge you were wrong would haunt you until like... the universe exploded. I know you, you'd totally dwell on it.