"Oh, I'm not Japanese either!" Meri exclaimed.
"What's a 'Japanese'?" the ponytail boy huffed.
Berit sighed heavily. "I believe it's safe to say none of us are Japanese, ma'am," she called. "What, pray tell, does that have to do with anything?"
"Not a d*mn thing, that's what!" Monokuma snapped. "All that matters is the rules in that handbook and the fact that you have to murder to escape! Murder and survive the trial, and you're home free!"
"W-what about a trial?" the short-haired blonde girl asked.
Monokuma suddenly poofed into a buffer, muscular form. Berit jumped.
"Quit askin' questions!" the now-buff Monokuma ordered. "I'll call the Spears of Gungnir! You want the Spears of Gungnir?!"
"What the h*ll is a 'Gungnir'?!" Ponytail demanded.
Out of nowhere, a bunch of thin, metal spikes jutted out of the walls and nearly impaled Ponytail. Ponytail shrieked, glancing at a spot on his arm that was now leaking blood.
"HOLY MOTHER OF F*CK!
Berit's heartrate bumped up. This is real. This is truly real.
"That's Gungnir!" Monokuma said. "Any other questions?!"
Ponytail continued to freak out about his shirt getting ripped. Blonde Girl scooted closer to her blue-haired companion. Meri gasped in alarm.
This is real. Somehow, it was vaguely thrilling.