"You like guns, huh?"
A gatling gun suddenly flared to life beneath one of the cameras mounted on the wall. Berit jumped again, watching with morbid curiosity as the gun pumped an entire belt of ammo right into the ground around where the screaming boy and his blond-and-green friend were standing.
"THEN HOW 'BOUT THAT?!" Monokuma screeched. "And one more thing! No violence against the Headmaster or I'm aiming for your head next time! Understand, punk?!"
"L-let's maybe not yell anymore!" Blonde Girl insisted. "Yes, thank you for this orientation, Mr. Monokuma! We'll, uh...figure the rest out!"
Monokuma seemed to relax a bit. "Yeah you will! If we're done here, I'll be on my way!"