I Declare War Page #6

You're no fun to play with.

Okay.

You don't want to play fair.

So I won't play fair.

I've just got to get the flag

to the base.

You're amazing.

I killed everyone in my way.

Or outsmarted them. It's easy.

Like playing chess against a retard.

But why? Why'd you do this?

For you.

Compared to you,

everyone's a retard, even P.K.

That's so incredibly romantic.

We're both romantic.

We're soul mates.

That's why we should live in Fra...

Good boy.

Got something for you.

Wait. Please don't kill me.

I don't even care about Skinner.

I don't even care about your stupid war.

I just wanted to get the flag.

For Quinn.

Because I like him, all right?

I like him and I wanted

to do something nice for him.

Please, Caleb.

I love him.

I'll give you a choice.

You can rescue Kwon and leave...

but I win the war.

You don't win until you get my flag.

Or... you win the war...

and I'll never bother you again.

But... you have to cut Kwon.

What you you mean, "cut"?

What? P.K.!

- Shh!

- You have to draw blood.

However you want. On his face.

No way!

P.K., just take the loss.

Who cares?

What if we called it a draw, and you...

No! Just take it or leave it.

"A"! We'll take "A."

Why do you care?

Just let him say he won.

It's not even a real win.

- It won't even hurt.

- Yes, it will!

Okay, just stop...

just stop for a second.

Think about it.

We can tell everybody

it's not a real win

'cause he didn't get our flag.

You owe me this!

I did everything you asked!

Come on, P.K., do it.

This is stupid.

You're not like this.

Do it!

Do it!

What the f*** is that buzzing?

Oof!

Stop.

You lose.

You okay?

Yeah. It's just a scratch.

Sorry.

My hand must have slipped

when the plane crashed.

You don't wanna kick him

or spit on him or anything?

No.

What are you looking at?

A loser, right?

Everybody look at the loser.

The stupid f***ing loser!

Oh, yeah?

Well, I am a loser, okay?

I'm a loser, and I can accept it.

I'm gonna die a loser.

You're just perfect.

Always the winner.

Up on that throne

with your best buddy.

Yeah... your friend cut you.

He's not your buddy.

I never liked you.

Thanks.

So... you coming over?

Nah.

What?

What do you mean?

I'm going home.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to cut you.

It's an old Chinese strategy

called "deceive the sky

to cross the ocean."

You let your enemy

think they're winning,

and then you launch

a second attack.

Okay.

You believe me, right?

Bye.

Oh, come on, stay.

We don't have to watch Patton.

What do you wanna watch?

Maybe tomorrow.

Okay, s-so, I'll call you tomorrow!

Come here. Good boy.

Sit. Sit.

Good boy. Good boy, Shadow.

Shake.

Good boy, Shadow.

Good boy, Shadow.

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