Mr. Monkey, that's not what he meant.
“So...” Screw flailed the shattered teacup, checking to see whether there was still a love of my life within. Screw drops the teacup and glances at the two ladies in front of him after checking it for any remaining liquid.

“What's next?” he asked.

[Are you questioning me or them?] The system, too, has no idea what's going on.

“Mr. Screw, are five royalties not enough?” May inquires softly. “How about we make it ten royalties, and you can add something if it works for you?” Screw taps his left-pointing finger three times on the table, and the two women swallow as they wait for his response. “What's the catch?” Screw asked again, randomly.

Joy clutched her massive shield and sword as she realized something was awry. After that inquiry, his aura instantly altered, and Joy felt a huge weight suddenly crush her.

May didn't squint after that question either; she attempted to seem more valiant in front of Screw; even her garments were soiled from the last combat. “Mr. Screw, we are looki
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