[ Yosuke's brave display is admirable. It's also as futile as, well, standing really far away and yelling at a single-minded entity that would like nothing better to do than subject stacked things to the demanding fist of gravity. The fist, of course, was The Luggage. It streams into the stack as if it were simply throwing its body into a pile of rectangular leaves. The sound was thrilling. Soda fountained into the air and spilled on literally everything.
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The Luggage was making a fine mess of things. ]