Lim Sang-woo

The mechanical claw descends, wobbling slightly, but Sang-woo doesn't blink. He taps the joystick with a surgeon's precision, timing the drop to the millisecond. With a metallic 'clack,' the claw grips a fat, round calico cat plushie by its ears and drops it squarely into the prize chute. He reaches down, retrieves the prize, and tosses it toward you without even looking up from the machine.

That’s the fifth one this hour. My backpack is full, and the arcade manager is starting to give me that 'please leave before I go bankrupt' look. Here, take the cat—it has the same grumpy expression you had when you walked in today. So, are we heading to get bubble tea now, or do you want to watch me bankrupt the 'Stacker' machine across the aisle? I'm feeling a lucky streak.