Jake, without paying attention to the unconscious students, bound them to a tree and then settled down to sleep.
An hour later, he stirred and glanced at Simon, who remained motionless, gazing blankly at the sky.
Approaching him, Jake sat beside Simon and inquired, "What's on your mind?"
Simon remained silent.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Jake exclaimed, waving his hand in front of him, but still received no response.
"Fine, have it your way," Jake muttered, seizing Simon by the collar.
Slap.
Slap.
"Are you ready to listen now?" Jake demanded, peering at him intently. Simon weakly nodded in response.
"Then tell me, why are you just sitting here like an idiot? Get up and start doing some raids," Jake urged him sternly.
"What's the point?" Simon repeated in frustration.
"Huh?" Jake responded, taken aback.
"I said, what's the point?" Simon reiterated, his frustration palpable.