"Hey! You little motherfucker! How dare you call me a bitch?! Who do you think you are?! And who in the fuck are you?! You insolent, immature spoilt child!"
The woman who was still on stage began yelling profanities hysterically at Jack who had just called her by the B word. Lyte had to praise Jack for his bravery to insult someone who was armed with a Glock as the parents were. He himself could never in his entire lifetime dared make someone armed mad when he had nothing that he could use to defend himself with.
"... A weapon... M-maybe she represents, 'her'?... If that's the case then she's his weapon... Oh boy... Someone else is going to die today..." Lyte mumbled to himself as a bunch of thoughts swarmed in his head. Thankfully, Lisa and Dawn were too distracted by the situation to pay him any mind.
