TW: Corpse mention, knife!
Zip: Okay kids, you have 5 apples, someone takes 3, how many apples do you have left?
Meep: Two!
Cypher: Five.
*Zip inhales deeply before exhaling and looks at Cypher dead in the eye, trying to keep her cool*
Zip: Okay, Cypher, you have 5 apples, and someone takes 3 apples BY FORCE. How many do you have?
Cypher: *Unsheathes her knife* Five and a CORPSE.












