Cannon Fodder:
The protagonist is nothing, the plot is nothing, and the golden fingers are nothing. I will never cling to pig's feet.
Cheats, grab it
Spirit beast, grab it
Odd encounter, grab it
What belongs to the protagonist is now mine.
. . . . . . . . . .
Protagonist: Yes, yes, yes, everything mine is yours. Good boy, come here. Does your waist still hurt?
Cannon Fodder: Let's go!