[This poor clerk . . . is just wilting. Wilt, wilt. He reaches for the bottom drawer of his desk. His dumb little arm can't reach it....... because Bakugou is holding onto his collar.]
It's in there. [In a final expression of desperation, he slaps his hand at the space in the air closest to the drawer and then slumps forward.] You can have all of them. I don't care. Give them to your friends.
Aww. [Mista is. Still laughing? Kind of crying a little.] You broke his spirit.
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It's in there. [In a final expression of desperation, he slaps his hand at the space in the air closest to the drawer and then slumps forward.] You can have all of them. I don't care. Give them to your friends.
Aww. [Mista is. Still laughing? Kind of crying a little.] You broke his spirit.