[Badou audibly slaps a hand over his eye now, pinches the bridge of his nose and his shoulders slant as he exhales. Then he looks straight into Joseph's eyes, his expression grim to encompass the message through this kid's thick skull, dammit.]

Look asshole, I ain't doubting you can crush those sweaty mobster fucks' heads between your thunder thighs like grapes. I'm sure your mantits can even break someone's goddamn jaw. I'm sayin' you can't just fucking jump in there without all the pieces in place. You'll get your ass killed and frankly I don't fuckin want you haunting my ass on the shitter. [If Jojo's paying attention his expression might even look stricken, haunted. He's done watching people get in over their heads and get killed.

Besides, Kyouya would kick his ass if anything happened to the kid on his first day.]