Hell would freeze over before Jenos let Sunny go. He held onto her doggedly, even with the increasingly amount of whacks he recieved. It was only a bit further to the ocean, anyway! A little pain could be tolerated if he achived his goal of getting Sunny wet. Besides, Rinslet's punches had hurt more. A lot more. It wasn't a fair comparison, he decided. It also wasn't a comparison he didn't want to undertake. Hey Sunny, could you punch me please? I want to see something. Hell no.

"We're almost... ow! ... there!" Only a few more feet to the ocean! Only a few more feet until he achived his childish goal! Only a few more feet until the parasol whacking stopped!