[There is a clatter, the sound of the journal and a can of soda falling to the floor, a chair scooting quickly away from the table...]
H-hey--! No way, man. I have plans. You can't just--!
[More struggling, and the loud THUD of the table being upended as Isamu tries to get away with little success.]
NAO--!!
[Then his voice is cut off
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