Extend the Story - Add a Room

So you decide to swim. There's no water, unfortunately, but still you insisted on swimming. You lay on the ground on your belly, and then proceed to do the butterfly. Your face keeps hitting the ground because your butterfly style sucks, but still you insisted on swimming, you keep whacking your face and knees up-and-down on the cement until your chin bled.

The weasels gain on you. They smell your blood. Mmm... it smells sweet and delectable. The leader weasel licks your chin where blood is now spouting like a fountain. Apparently, it likes the taste of your blood so it keeps on licking. What do you do?

Kiss the leader weasel.