Jack sat back up, rubbing the back of his head, smiling. "I'm fine!" He chuckled. Then the teacher spoke. She was being noisy, and Jack had been trying to do something. He'd prefer it if she was quiet. He smiled, as he turned to Carson. "Say, can I borrow a penny?" He really needed a soda. Or a murder. Killing someone with a penny was pretty hard, though. Maybe if he somehow shot the penny from a gun? But for that he'd need a gun. "And do you have a gun by any chance?"