“MONOKUMA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! YOU DO NOT CALL ME A LITTLE SHIT OKAY—”
Isaac grabbed his collar and held him back. “Ignore him, please,” he said. “He isn’t used to social interaction. But. . . a killing game, you say? This has been a fun little prank, but we could never!”
He tried to laugh, but it sounded forced. With a sigh, he looked to the side.
“So I’m sorry to ruin all of the fun, but maybe we should stop now, okay?”