The fashionista's light frame demonstrated it's inadequacy for combat yet again when a rocket "gently" cruised into her. It was hard enough to knock the hat off of her head. Junko's only recourse was to fall onto her back, where she laid in a dazed state. Not long after, sans came rushing up to her, yelling loud enough to wake the dead.

	"Death? Is that you?" The school girl's spinning eyes eluded to her state of vertigo. She sat up [i]very[/i] slowly. "Wow, death. I can hardly believe it. That last rocket must have killed me." Junko reached out to touch "death." But he was a bit further away than her eyes perceived him to be. "You know, I waited a long time to see you. But I'm not so sure I want to leave now. Things aren't so boring anymore. Could you maybe wait a bit longer?"