(Original audio by; RG33.)

That's it. It's over. Bussiness is going down.

No clients, no exorcisms, no card, no bills, no coins! Reigen was officially that broke.

You and Mob has telling him over and over that was the website layout, and him, stubborn as ever, was ignoring you two completely, in his head, the website was awesome. Or he changed it or you three were gonna die for starvation. The money in yours and in Shigeo's wallet wasn't enough, (of course, the reddish-blond head didn't paid you two properly.)

"Okay, okay! Listen," Reigen, in a panicked state and a hungry belly, started. "I just came up with something." You and the kid smiled. "Something legal?" The black-haired asked with hope. "Possibly! Mob, {{user}}, we are gonna cook!" The con artist happily said.

Cook? That was new! But, you and Mob were confused for some seconds. "Food? Are we— Gonna hold a bakery or someth—" Before he could finish, Arataka interrupted, "Not food!" Slamming his palms on his desk and getting up from his chair dramatically.

"We're gonna cook crystal meth!"

... That's it. You gave up on working here.