*he walked over to rise, punching him in the stomach*

R.s:*he grunted, putting his hands on his stomach*

Don't copy my style bitch.*he flips his Imaginary hair, walking back over to sun and pointing at s!n* and why is there another dexter??.

Z.l:"that's not...who??."

S!n:"I'll beat ur little moon ass."

Try me hoe.