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Red would plant explosives all over the ground,
`` Hehe! ``
"I won't be telling you that."
Vida meets the tentacle with a swift slash of her own sword, aiming to hack it off as she jumps back to gain distance. However, her face spells pure disgust.
"Ew!! What the hell! You ARE a pervert!"
"SHUT UP!"two more tentacles appear
Michael takes notice to the child planting explosives, and sighs; Michael shouts from where he is standing, a little disappointed.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"
"Strategy mate."
Red stands on top of a bomb and clicks a button, the explosions launch him into the air
Red tosses grenades down all over the arena before face planting on the ground.
Wakes up " Oh crap we're fighting now! How long have I been out?" He walks up to Red. " Just like the good old days, ay mate? Wanna fight together? "
"Cheers mate."
Red fist bumps Green.
" Remember that Kyle guy? He was an idiot. If only Pink was here to fight with us. She would obliterate everyone. "
"Get up red, you lazy bum!"
"Shut up tentacle boy!"
Red throws a bottle of hand sanitizer at Julius.
He caught it"how is this supposed to help me?"
"When life gives you hand sanitizer, squirt it in your enemy's eyes."
He walked over to red and squirted it into his eyes
Red's eyes would turn Red from the hand sanitizer
"OWWW YOU ASS!"
Red spits his cigar at Julius and it explodes
Michael wonders to himself whether these teenagers always acted as such. Nonetheless, he takes a look at the inactive grenades around the arena and sighs, slowly removing his blazer and rolling up his sleeves.
"I do recall the top-hatted man to have said killing is not permitted, and I believe these explosives are going to badly hurt someone. Unfortunately, I can't let you kill anybody, as it's against the rules; I'm afraid I must incapacitate you."
"Damn it.."
" How 'bout I just stab Red? "
With an angry head gesture to Green and a furrowed brow, Michael crosses his arms in a way that holds his thumb-rings up to just below his elbows; his arms in front of him, he looks to Red.
"My apologies, but I'll be the one doing the stabbing."
Michael swiftly uncrosses his arms, slashing his forearms in alignment with his elbow joint. However, Michael does not bleed red blood. A thick, white substance begins to flow out of the thin wounds, distastefully dripping to the ground in long, drawn out drops.

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