Kenny glanced at the scar, which didn't look too bad to him. He didn't have any himself since his injuries healed up pretty good. Otherwise his body would be covered in them. He still ruined a lot of good shirts though. "Why'd this Fiona bitch try to kill you anyway?" he asked, taking the joint back from her and taking another hit.
His head perked up a little. "Really? That'd be awesome if you could," he said with a grin. "I usually shoot myself but I don't have a gun handy. I thought about slitting my throat but snapping my neck sounds better if you could actually do that." Plus, maybe then she could see for herself that he could come back to life since she'd be the one who killed him.