Ni-Ki: My lungs are decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are being held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse.
Jay: You're going to school whether you like it or not.
Ni-Ki: I r e f u s e
Fragile
Ni-Ki: My lungs are decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are being held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse.
Jay: You're going to school whether you like it or not.
Ni-Ki: I r e f u s e