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[Outside the mess hall, there are two men making quite a scene. You see, the one man has discovered that the other stole and possibly destroyed his nicotine stash for the third time this week. He has cornered the shorter man, murder in his eyes.]
Ryuichi, give me back my cigarettes.
No, no, na no da~ They're bad for Ryuu-chan's voice.
You're not the one smoking them.
It's just as bad!
Give me back my cigarettes.
No~
GIVE ME BACK MY CIGARETTES.
No~~~
[And the taller man is kicking the stubborn one in the head. Do you intervene? If you don't, you possibly won't get into the mess hall today, as they're blocking the door.]
Ryuichi, give me back my cigarettes.
No, no, na no da~ They're bad for Ryuu-chan's voice.
You're not the one smoking them.
It's just as bad!
Give me back my cigarettes.
No~
GIVE ME BACK MY CIGARETTES.
No~~~
[And the taller man is kicking the stubborn one in the head. Do you intervene? If you don't, you possibly won't get into the mess hall today, as they're blocking the door.]