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The Mechanic pauses in his work, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow. He hasn't seen the sun in years (but then, neither has anyone else) thanks to these despair-inducing contraptions, but it's all going to be worth it.
"Oh my god!" his on-screen leader squeals, hands pressed together in a mockery of prayer. "That's incredible, Kashuichi!"
"Kazuichi," he lazily corrects, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he tightens a bolt. "Thank you, Miss Enoshima!"
"Aww, come on, Kapuichi!" Junko coos, squeezing Monokuma tighter. "Just call me Junko!"
His eyebrow twitches at the mispronunciation, but the utter bliss of knowing he's barely worthy to lick her shoe, and is still allowed to do this for her... it's exhilarating.
"Do you like it?" he asks, a dog begging for scraps of approval. He gestures to the complicated machine - a jar of sorts, with numerous spears encircling it.
The perfect punishment for Makoto Naegi.
"It's perfect!" Junko squeals, leaning closer to the camera. "You never let me down, Chapuichi!"
"Thank you, Miss Junko," he replies, a demented smile crawling onto his face.
How despair-inducing.