In the blink of an eye, Lyte ended up with a bump on his head, courtesy of Lisa's unmerciful fist. She had whacked him across the head with her own balled up fist as soon as the lame pun escaped from his mouth. Lyte somehow managed to not scream out as he got assaulted by his own best friend.
"Lyte! Oh my god! Why! I said no! You're so dead to me! Jes-"
"Wait! Let me finish before I die - either by a Glock or by you!"
"What was that?!"
"N-nothing! Nothing at all! Y-you must be hearing stuff or something! Anyways, I-I don't want to steal the spotlight here. Let's not focus too much on me and get back to comforting our dear friend, Dawn over here. Say if we die, then we'll be released from this cruel world,"
"Eh? But dying mean we won't exist anymore, you know? Doesn't that like, bother you in the slightest? It sure bothers me," Dawn asked and momentarily forgot that their lives were in danger.
