"Gunther?......... Are toi okay?"
"I dunno....." Gunther's voice trailed off. He was half knocked out.
"..... Are toi sure?"
"Yeah, suuuuuuuuuuure....." Kick looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Can toi even walk?" Gunther got up with no problem, but felt a sharp pain in one of his legs. But he was still able to stand.
"Yeah, see? I'm fine. I just have a sharp pain in my leg."
"Come on, Gunther. Let's get some rest." Gunther already fell asleep suivant to Kick. After putting up the mini tent, Kick dragged Gunther in par his arms, so he wouldn't hurt his leg from pulling on it. The suivant morning, Gunther got up, and looked for gigantic sticks because he was board. He found a big stick.
Just when Kick woke up, Gunther yelled "Hey, Kick! Look at this!........
Kick? Kick?!" Kick didn't answer.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." Gunther said, hugging Kick and rubbing his helmet.