Or, the ACL chap arrives readied for bare-knuckle fighting; and is greeted by Fisher who's changed the remit to kung-fu, to street-dancing, to morris-dancing, to pottery glazing, to bee-keeping, to a hot-dog-eating competition, to a feet-measuring test, to times table reciting (but only 7's and 5's; unless it's a Tuesday when 3's are allowed), to tile-grouting, to change his mind and he's interested in nothing, and then onto a new SISU-devised snooker-scrabble combination that only he knows the rules to.
Notwithstanding all in the list, the ACL bloke's apparently reluctant to meet him on 'his terms' on any and therefore is inflexible. And broke. And a milkman