CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Talk,” Tsunami snapped, kicking Light Gun in the gut. “Talk, you little i***t, or I’ll sap all the moisture from your body and leave your corpse a rotting, ugly husk of its original self, you little—”
“Tsunami, stop threatening him,” said Bait in an annoyed voice. He gestured at Light Gun. “He’s unconscious. He can’t hear a thing you’re saying.”
Tsunami paused mid-kick and looked at Bait with annoyance. “I know he is. I just want to kick him because I hate him.”
Bait rubbed the back of his head. “Really, Tsunami? You’re that petty?”
“It isn’t petty,” said Tsunami. “I’m punishing him for annoying me.”
Bait sighed. Yeah, he’s definitely Switch’s dad, though I’m not sure at all if I’m his son or if there was a mix up at birth.
Bait, Tsunami, and Brains stood around the
