"A spar? Motherf...the crap are you using a goddamn sword for then?" was Zeke's reply to the ginger kid, openly gesturing at the naked blade, and more would have followed suit had the situation not been interrupted by some woman trying her level best to cosplay as a drill sargeant of some sort. Unlike the girl with the bat, who was apparently easily fooled by glasses and a cap, Zeke recognized her immediately, possibly because she was the last thing that made sense before he realized he'd died. "Oooh, hey, you're Miss Pukeshoes!", he blurted out, entirely unconcerned with how obviously anyone would rather move past such an incident.

And then what the woman said, the way she said it, actually processed in his head. "So, no, wait...fights are totally okay long as you're watching, is that what you're saying? Teachers set up fights?". Once again, his mind immediately went to the phrase "man what the fuck". What the hell was this afterlife, who the crap would set up some kind of dead children fight school thing? Who the crap would set up child fights at all? Well, Russians did, but this all didn't seem russian. This really was straight out of a cartoon. "Right, whatever, this is all insane anyway, what's the worst thing that could happen? What are we even doing here?"

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