That seems vaguely reminiscent of a certain kilt-wearing TAC officer I once knew.
"Et's no bloody fun ef ye take away th' poss'bility o' gettin' hairt, lad! Fer th' luv o' heather an' haggis, how'll ye e'er lairn from yer mistakes ef ye dinnae take yer blinkin' lumps when ye make 'em, aye?"