Don't pick a fight you can't handle.

"Think fast. If you don't spill the beans, I'm going to use this poison for your extreme makeover." As he spoke, Dustin unscrewed the bottle.

He held it threateningly over Harper's head.

"No, please! Don't mess up my face!" Harper's legs turned to jelly as tears streamed down his face.

She pleaded, "Okay, okay, I'll talk. Just put that thing away!"

"It would've been easier if you'd started with that," Dustin said, putting the bottle away.

After all,