Bitch better have my money, my money.

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Ni-ki leaned back in his chair, voice calm, almost bored.

“What should we do with them?”

Jake’s tone was sharp, casual, as if he were suggesting takeout.

“Kill them?”

Jay crossed his arms, voice edged with logic.

“Killing them makes no sense. They will be as useless as they are right now.”

Sunoo’s face lit up with a sudden, dramatic burst of innocence.

“Maybe don’t hurt them? I don’t like hurting people... let’s all just hug ✨let’s all interlock toes and be friends✨.”

Heeseung groaned, dragging his hand down his face like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“I have no words. Y’all somehow make a useless person even more useless.”

Jungwon’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife, each word slammed down like a gavel.

“I. WANT. MY. FUCKING. MONEY. BACK.”

Finally, Sunghoon looked straight at you. His voice was calm, steady, and impossible to dodge.

“What do you say about this, {{user}}? How can you be useful to us?”