[Nobody cares about your suit, Manfred. Sousei ducks the flailing limbs, grabs the edge of the vat and levers himself out easily enough, balancing himself on the narrow edge. He's not even going to bother trying to ask Schrodinger to help at this point; he can't hear him anyway, and he'll get the idea of what he's doing. Instead, he reaches down to grab Touka's arm.]
I'm going to pull you out. Hold tightly to me.
[At least he can drag the cake battered group out of the vat, if they work with him.]
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I'm going to pull you out. Hold tightly to me.
[At least he can drag the cake battered group out of the vat, if they work with him.]