[Newton grows a little somber, seen through.]

Yeah, well. I'll lose as many times as I have to. 'Til I'm dead.

Otherwise, some very ugly faces win, and I'm petty enough to not wanna give them that.

[He shoves the dirty tissues into his pocket; the cut is still bleeding a little, but he's too impatient to hold the napkins to his face until it completely subsides.]

Let's get out of here, huh? I hate this stupid alley. I'm gonna make it jealous by finding a totally new alleyway to lurk in.