Mike Newton POV

About four hours later Kid returned.

"So, Mike, are you ready to cooperate?" Kid asked.

"I was cooperating before…" I murmured, pouting a bit.

Kid turned on his heel. "I will leave again. I swear it."

"Alright, have a good time!" I shouted.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" Kid screamed. "You're supposed to be asking why you're here and asking for me to let you go. Every time I leave you just tell me 'goodbye' or 'have a good time.' Like seriously now, Mike. There is something wrong with your head. Something seriously messed up."

I reeled back in shock. It couldn't be. I didn't just hear that.

"Finally," Kid said, catching my expression. "Something I said finally got through to you."

"Yes, yes it did…" I trailed off, turning my head to the side. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

"Well go on then, thank me," Kid said.

"No way!" I protested.

"Well why not?" Kid asked.

"I would never ever thank someone…for saying a…" I looked both ways before turning back to Kid. "For saying a bad word…"

"OH ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"