Just as Iphigenia finished talking, Monokuma sailed across the auditorium and exploded in midair, showing parts and burning debris everywhere. The exploded bear left a small crater in the center of the audience, surrounded by the eerily smiling, burning cutout students. She decided it would be a perfect scene for a good horror movie if Monokuma hadn’t appeared once again. How cliché. 

Making a mental note to come back and inspect the debris, Isis returned her attention to the new bear as it began to address her question. Iphie raised her eyebrows. She was trying to look friendly and helpful, not cold. Of course, she may have overdone it a bit trying to avoid giggling earlier, but it didn’t feel cold to her. Maybe it was the bad joke she made? People always reacted badly to her jokes, but that was one thing she couldn’t help. However, if whoever was behind that bear already saw through her, then that would kind of suck. 

“Thanks for assuming I have parents,” commented Isis, wryly. “Very tactful.” 

Of course, she didn’t give two shits about what Monokuma could or would do to her parents if they were still alive, but since he went out of his way to seemingly rub it in, she thought it warranted a response. 

“Well, now that you’ve made your point that anybody that touches you will be kamikazed to death by… yourself. Let’s just get on with it. Does breaking any of your other rules also result in our ignominious deaths?”