Pruna wrinkled her nose, knife in hand. "R do no even be being a name, it do be being a letter." She told him, as if she actually had a name or any standpoint on which to judge him.

His words were better than last time, but he still sounded stupid and she hoped he was still as slow. She could be really fast anyways, and he had been such an easy person to beat last time, she had beaten him with shoes. Now she had a knife.

She stuck her tongue out at him, hand darting out to grab the package. "It do be being mine now."