บท 208: Villainous Snap-Apple

“Oh, actually, Mar- er, Mash, ya think this dude even understands what we're sayin'?" While Lucas is asking this, he twists the cap off of an artificially-flavored ‘fruit juice’ drink, recently tossed to him by Miss Masher. Then, he precisely throws the cap directly at his pursuer's left eye, earning an inarticulate snarl in protest of his actions.

The overmedicated menace even attempts to lunge at him in retaliation, but Lucas just hops back quickly before resuming the same pace he's been maintaining for a few minutes now.

He's still erratically circling around the cafe’s seating area backwards, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure there are no oncoming obstructions to his path.

Considering nearly every single table and chair had previously been angrily thrown at Jonathan, the majority of the space is actually fairly clear of potential hazards.

Miss Masher pauses in the middle of having a drink of her own, scrunching up her face in contemplation.