"Beaty Beaty Beaty!" Grinned Molly, hacking at Christina.
"Arg!" Shouted Christina, attempting to swat away Molly. But Molly continued to beat.
"Halt! Oh, do lets halt! I'm OUTTY! I'm so done!" Christina shrieked, before Molly minced her.
"Vot?" Eric whispered, rubbing avocado around his lips as he bent his face down until it was level to Christina's.
"So-so done." Christina panted, doing a feeble chicken dance.
"Nah uh!" Eric sassed, whiskers bobbing up and down gracefully. "A brave man, don't not ever surrender. A brave man wears non designer brands then rips it off to reveal gleaming LTD Gucci. A brave man lets himself get beaten to a bloody pulp."
"That doesn't seem like a pleasant time," derped Christina.
"OH THAT IS JUST IT!" Eric screamed. "ENOUGH OF YOUR JAZZ! GO HANG FROM THE CHASM!"
"Dats ridic. I ain't. You're just jel because I'm more swag then you."
Eric turned around, grinding his teeth together. Then, suddenly, he shoved Christina down. She just about caught onto a bar.
"Oh my Amity, Eric! Stahp, That's just rude!" Tris shrieked. But Eric only grinned maniacally as he watched the girl cling for dear life.
Then Christina fell and died.
