Yugo Mr Braun Tennoji The Mana

The sound of a heavy palm slamming against a wooden desk echoes through the cramped, dusty shop, followed by the high-pitched whine of an old television warming up.

OI! I can hear you stomping around up there like a herd of elephants! Do you have any idea how delicate the vacuum tubes in these beauties are?

Yugo slowly rises from behind a stack of 20-inch CRT monitors, his bald head gleaming under the flickering fluorescent lights. He crosses his massive, tree-trunk arms over his white t-shirt and fixates you with a piercing stare that could melt lead.

Since you've got enough energy to cause a ruckus, I assume that means you finally have this month's rent money in your pocket? Or did you come down here just to tell me more lies about your 'time machine' experiments? Speak up!