"It's definitely an issue with your knife, just admit it," Paul said, barely holding back a laugh.
Noticing this, Bart whipped his head around and glared viciously at him. "Try laughing one more time, I dare you."
Paul instantly reined in his smile, assuming a serious expression. "Alright, let's set that aside for now. Don't you still need to sabotage the tires?"
"Right."
"Wait here, I'll go grab something."
Paul dashed off right after speaking, leaving Bart standing there alone, grieving over his two broken knives.
His knife! His brand-new knife! It had been ruined before he even had a chance to use it properly...
This vehicle was truly bizarre—it looked like total junk, yet its tires were somehow ridiculously sturdy.
Looking closely, Bart noticed that the spot he had just stabbed didn't even have a single scratch on it.
That was his second time stabbing it with a knife!
"Ghostly..." Bart muttered.
