[Yuber walks towards the stranger with a child-like swaying of the hips.]
The only way to achieve victory...
[He reaches out and delicately plucks a piece of cheese from the plate. Instead of eating it he gently rolls it between his fingers.]
...is to crush all who stand against you.
[At this he clenches his hand into a fist, then opens his palm to reveal flattened pieces of cheese. As visual metaphors go, it isn't subtle. But, then, Yuber has never been a very subtle man.]
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The only way to achieve victory...
[He reaches out and delicately plucks a piece of cheese from the plate. Instead of eating it he gently rolls it between his fingers.]
...is to crush all who stand against you.
[At this he clenches his hand into a fist, then opens his palm to reveal flattened pieces of cheese. As visual metaphors go, it isn't subtle. But, then, Yuber has never been a very subtle man.]
Simple.