[* Battat wiggles an arm out of Tenna's grasp, if just to facepalm, their hand slowly sliding down their face afterwards.]
You don't even take batteries! Battery acid, sure, but...
[* He trails off, and looks to the side at Pluey, who was still standing there, watching everything go down. It was pretty selfish of him, wasn't it? To just... leave. Yet, staying here clearly wasn't doing any good, either.]
...They know just as much about you as I do. If you wanted a specific Mike, why was it always me? You'd pick up on wardrobe changes, saying things like, 'Mike, I need you to be a cat for this segment!' or... or, 'Mike! Get your hat and come over here!' Why did you NEVER acknowledge that it was three people pretending to be a guy who, for all WE know, doesn't even exist at this point?! Was it because I was the only one on the payroll at the time? And you didn't even say anything about Mike suddenly getting just- I don't know, triple the typical pay! Do you really think it's THAT important to have not one, not two, but THREE Mikes around, when you could just use that budget for something else?