Listen, Dio. I am here to end you. I will be taking everything that you think you own away from you. I will be going out of my way to smash you into a million tiny fleshy bits. No questions asked. I don't care how many watches you need to punch in order to stop time. I will stop you even in the stopped time. I will take the ability from you if I have to. I will stop time to stop you from stopping time. I will stop you from destroying the Joestar bloodline by ramming so many punches up your ass that your dead father will be flying out of his grave just from the shear impact of my punches. I will become like the Belmonts and whip you into submission like a dominatrix. Buffy the Vampire Slayer will be crying in fear every night after what I will do to you. I already have Polnareff on speed dial to form an impenetrable line of defence. Yes, an impenetrable line of defence, so you cannot escape my wrath. If punching you doesn't send you back to fucking hell where you belong, I will find a way to harness the power of the god damn sun and smite the curse that is your existence. I don't care how many SunnyDs I need to drink in order for it to work. I will do it in a fucking heartbeat. I will be punching so hard and so fast that your body will transform straight into ash. No bullshit at all. I have fought enough stands and stand users to know that your choice of people to have as minions is shit which means your fighting style is also shit by proxy. That's how it works. Look at Math. Brando rhymes with Lando which means you were destined to play second fiddle to me, Jotaro fucking Kujo. You're lucky it's night time and I don't have a magnifying glass on me because I would be roasting your entire body like the ant you are. If you thought you could beat me with your time stopping bullshit, you are wrong. You will regret ever duking it out with me and I'll make sure you regretted the day you decided to come out of that fucking coffin.