At midnight, inside the cabin of a civilian airliner.
"Kids, this isn't funny."
Fang Mo sat in his seat, speaking slowly in a lowered voice. "Do we really have to take this flight? People are going to die. I still want to get in some more practice in Los Angeles at four thirty in the morning..."
"Can you shut up?"
Jotaro Kujo had practically been asleep, but the noise had clearly irritated him. "You're so damn loud. No shouting on a plane!"
"Easy for you to say."
Fang Mo immediately shot back, "If something really happens to this plane later, your voice might be even louder than mine."
"Quit trying to scare everyone."
Jotaro Kujo slightly adjusted the brim of his hat. "Just shut up for now. Even if you aren't sleepy, the rest of us need to rest..."
"Tch. What a rotten temper."
Fang Mo stopped paying attention to Jotaro Kujo and instead turned to look at Kakyoin Noriaki sitting on his other side. "Hua Hua... did you ever play basketball when you were a kid?"
"...So I'm the one being tortured now?"
Kakyoin Noriaki had been pretending to sleep. When Fang Mo suddenly turned to talk to him, the corner of his mouth twitched, but he still answered honestly. "I did play basketball when I was little, but I was never particularly interested in the sport."
"A little fact from Lao Da."
Fang Mo raised a finger and explained, "The reason basketballs can bounce is because they're packed full of metal springs..."
"Wait, that's not right, is it?"
Kakyoin Noriaki seemed stunned. "How could there be springs inside a basketball? Basketballs and soccer balls work on the same principle, as far as I know. They gain elasticity by being inflated with air."
"You're saying basketballs don't have springs