Wish Canister (before battle)

Hmm? What's with all this racket?

Boss! Some fasole showed up outta nowhere - won't even say who they work for!

Who sent ya? Judgin' by the getup, you ain't Los Habaneros or the Butchers...

I'll give ya one chance to grovel and beg fer forgiveness. Do that, and I'll let ya crawl outta here with your limbs intact.

... We would gladly part ways, should you first divest yourself of your clothing for us.

Y'know, there were a million other ways to phrase that, Yi Sang.

Boss… I think these might be them... The odd pods folks've been whisperin' about. The ones that... y'know, do stuff with people's body odor or somethin', doin' strange things...

Ugh… Disgusting pervs… Lemme tell ya, that's some depraved shit.

The man who seemed to be the gang's boss is staring at us with unmistakable disgust.

<... I don't think I've ever wanted to win a fight this badly.>