Ghoul thinks he can hit pretty hard, but Party can be the judge.

He's minding his own well-behaved business, nodding in acceptance of this very fair compromise. And then Party opens up his big mouth. Ghoul looks up with a brief thousand-yard stare, then glances around for any witnesses.

Right before growling and nailing Party with a punch. Not in the face, at least- he needs his face unbroken in order to work his campaign magic. But he doesn't really need his torso, does he? "Fuckin' rude! That ain't no way to treat a voter."