“Life means nothing to the dead, right? So why bother pretending that life is worth living? Was that convincing enough for you on how much I care about your “precious” life? Give me your riches, valuables, and whatever else you value so highly. Otherwise, I might turn you into a puppet like I did this poor creature.” Yoshi cackles, carefully using the chakra strings attached to his hand to make a red panda appear on his shoulder. “So what’ll it be?”