League Of Villains: *all Strewn Across The Floor, Various Tables And Chairs*

League of Villains: *all strewn across the floor, various tables and chairs*

Shigaraki: *stumbles in, pale and sweaty* Hey, guys...I'm dying.

Dabi: I was dying earlier. Then I died. Now I'm dead.

Twice: *sobs* I'm miserable!

Toga: Twice isn't even contradicting himself...

Shigaraki: *slides down against the wall onto the floor, clutching his stomach*

Spinner: What is this...?

Kurogiri: *stiffly walks in, leaning against the doorframe*

Kurogiri: It's food poisoning. I have it, too. I did not sleep for one second last night. And I vomited no less than seven times.

L.O.V.: *all groan*

Hawks: Oh, God, don't say that...

Shigaraki: Has anybody talked to Compress?

Spinner: Oh, I can't even imagine what that stick is going through...

Dabi: I have vomited more than Mister's body weight in the last twelve hours alone...he may have just disappeared off the face of the Earth!

Toga: *trying to get up* We need to call him, we must reach out to him!

Toga: *falls onto her face, whimpering* I can't...I can't do it.

Kurogiri: *stands up with a groan of pain and exertion, stiffly walks over to the landline*

Kurogiri: *swings his arm, knocking the phone onto the floor before slumping down against the bar*

Kurogiri: Twice, Extension 7820.

Twice: *rolls over to the phone, slowly starts tapping the numbers in with his nose*

Some time later...

Mr. Compress: *saunters into the bar, humming cheerfully*

Mr. Compress: *sees the state of the League* Woah! It smells like vomit died in here! What happened?

Kurogiri: We got food poisoning, Compress. How do you not have food poisoning...?

Spinner: Because he didn't eat anything.

Shigaraki: He just kept taking pictures and talking about the "wow" factor.

Mr. Compress: Not true, I ate everything you all did.

Kurogiri: Think, Atsuhiro. Was there anything you didn't eat?

Mr. Compress: Oh, yes! Those stupid chicken fingers Hawks brought! They're not a proper dinner food at all!

Hawks: *shocked* The chicken...betrayed me?

Hawks: *looks to the League* Never again, guys. As God as my witness, they are dead to me.

Mr. Compress: Alright, well, I feel great, so I'm going to eat some sushi and then get you all some fluids. I bid you adieu!

L.O.V.: *all groan in misery*