Cautiously, Yoshiko backs away from the door. And in the game of ripped old man vs door, the winner is ripped old man. Reinhardt manages to tear that door right off it's hinges.
And there's Yoshiko, inside the broom closet, watching all this with an expression of 'what the everloving fuck' on her face. To start with, she wasn't expecting anybody to rip off a door in the first place. But secondly, that guy looks old! She was expecting someone younger, like a movie superhero or something like that! If he was this strong when he was old, how strong was he when he was younger?
Yoshiko just gapes, not really moving from her spot in the broom closet because again, what the fuck. "Thanks," she eventually manages to stammer out, still a bit shocked about all this. "Did you rip that door off yourself?"
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And there's Yoshiko, inside the broom closet, watching all this with an expression of 'what the everloving fuck' on her face. To start with, she wasn't expecting anybody to rip off a door in the first place. But secondly, that guy looks old! She was expecting someone younger, like a movie superhero or something like that! If he was this strong when he was old, how strong was he when he was younger?
Yoshiko just gapes, not really moving from her spot in the broom closet because again, what the fuck. "Thanks," she eventually manages to stammer out, still a bit shocked about all this. "Did you rip that door off yourself?"