Me not haunting your ass when I inevitably starve to death.

[As he hissed those words out, Kazuya carefully shifted so he was perched on the lamppost once more instead of desperately clinging to it, trying to maintain as much dignity as possible. It was a miserable failure, not helped by the fact that the mascot robot lobbed a coupon book with incredible aim at his head, where it bounced off rather painfully. It almost upset his renewed balance! Thankfully, he only gave the smallest of wobbles, his expression tense. This fucking robot, he swears...]

Nnngh, okay, look, I'll... give you food? [Food ranked higher than money on Kaz's priorities] Or alcohol and money? Or a girl or boy's name and address... can't promise that'd you'd get anything out of that, but, y'know...