[ Break submits to this attention without protest, although he busies himself with his walking stick simultaneously. A snap and it transforms from a cane to a sword. ]

I won't argue with that, except to say that I really can't blame him for being the way he is. He was created for a specific purpose, one which would be enough to drive anybody mad, I think.

[ He unsheathes the sword, and, stepping away from Kevin, slashes it through the air a few times. Several feet away, the top of a prickly pear cactus wobbles in the breeze and falls over, having been neatly sliced. ]

There's something I used to be able to do, namely confine Mad Hatter's power to my sword. Hm.

[ Another slash, and that same cactus shudders and, with a quiet whoosh!, disintegrates into dust. ]