[Oh fuck you. Ford's not intimidated -- after his initial moment of shifting his body weight back in surprise, he squares his shoulders, leans in, and shouts back:]

How do you think I feel, you pyramidal prick?! You think I like the fact that someone stabbed me just to get to you?

[Because, seriously. That makes it so much worse.]

Maybe, if you don't want to be cursed so much, stop making the kinds of enemies who'll turn me into a human pincushion!

[Sharp volume increase there at the end!]