[The bento tower knocks him off the edge of the piece of rubble he was sleeping on. He tumbles away. Down, down, down, dow–ooh, stopped by another jagged piece of rubble. Not Great. He actually shouts in pain, too.
At least the bento is all miraculously intact. He sets it down gently on the ground as he sits up.]
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At least the bento is all miraculously intact. He sets it down gently on the ground as he sits up.]
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!