"Fine then. You guys don't need to tell me! You can just keep whispering... whatever... to each other!" Hex said.
Hex Bomber sighed. "Alright... Just kill me or whatever..." He said. Hex murmured something to himself.
"Fine. Stay still or I kill you." Dune said, releasing Hex. "She's mine by the way." He told Hex, pointing at Charlie.
"Oh. Oh! ...Then we wouldn't want anything happening to her then, would we?" Hex taunted. "Hmm... One hundred bits, perhaps? Or... Maybe two hundred..?"
"How else am I going to afford the bombs I need to 'protect' your mare friend?" Hex said, mouth contorted into a devilish grin. "The materials don't come cheap y'know."
"I don't need you! I'll crush you! Besides, we were fine before you showed up! Have fun while I crush you slowly." Dune retaliated furiously, tightening the sand coffin.
"I'm not proud to say, but I've killed those younger than you, but they did wrong, most of them killers."
"I hate you. Don't insult my moral stance. If she says I can kill you, I will. So. How much you willing to pay me for your life?" Dune asked in a twisted tone.