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In-ho | The Front Man: [coldly] What makes you think I will end these games, Player 456?
Gi-hun: [without hesitation] I'll sit on your face.
[The Front Man, caught completely off guard, makes a choked noise—somewhere between a gasp and a strangled cough.]
[The Front Man flashes back to watching Gi-hun during the dalgona game. The camera zooms in on Gi-hun, hunched over his candy, tongue out, licking furiously like his life depends on it (it does).]
In-ho (“Young-il”): [leans in with a smirk, voice low and smooth] One last question I just have to ask: Would you mind if I ripped off all of your clothes with my teeth?
Gi-hun: [without hesitation, eyes shining with enthusiasm] God, I’d be honored.
In-ho: [blinks, brain short-circuiting] … [mouth slightly open, trying to process the fact that this actually worked]
Front Man (Hwang In-ho): [holding Gi-hun at gunpoint] You must be losing it, Player 456. I could beat you with one hand.
Seong Gi-hun: Isn't that how you like to beat yourself?
Front Man: …
Seong Gi-hun: …Okay, if those are my last words, I can definitely do better.
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[How I expect Gi-hun reacted after learning that "Young-il" or In-ho is the Front Man.]
Gi-hun: Would you like some coffee?
Front Man (In-ho): I’d love some.
[Gi-hun hurls the coffee pot at him.]
Front Man: …I prefer mine in a cup.
[Gi-hun chucks a mug next.]
Front Man: No cream?
[Gi-hun lobs a creamer container at his head.]
Front Man [dodging]: Maybe a little sugar—
[Gi-hun, with deadpan intensity, launches the entire sugar bowl at him.]
Seong Gi-hun: Jun-ho, after a string of doomed, toxic relationships, I think I’ve finally found a healthy, stable partner in Young-il.
Hwang In-ho (a.k.a. "Young-il"): [smirking like a cat that just swallowed a canary] Hello, I'm Young-il. It's nice to meet a friend of Gi-hun's.
Hwang Jun-ho: [stares at In-ho, then at Gi-hun, then back at In-ho. Slowly facepalms.] Oh my God…
Seong Gi-hun: [nervous laugh] Wait, why are you making that face?
Park Jung-bae: When was the last time you were held?
Seong Gi-hun: Yesterday.
Park Jung-bae: At gunpoint doesn’t count.
Seong Gi-hun: Last week.
Park Jung-bae: Being in the Front Man’s custody doesn’t count either.
Seong Gi-hun: You've taken my best friend Jung-bae... and my new friend, Young-il! You monster!
Hwang In-ho: On the contrary, Player 456... [slowly removes mask.]
Seong Gi-hun: [gasps, staring.] Young-il! You're alive! I knew it! But where's the Front Man? He could come back any second-quick, we need to get out of here before he finds us!
Hwang In-ho: [stares blankly, then slowly puts the mask back on.]
Seong Gi-hun: [eyes widen, incredulous.] Young-il, no!Where did he go? What did you do to him now, you monster?!
Hwang In-ho: [lets out a frustrated sigh, voice flat.] ...There's no way this is happening.
Hwang In-ho: [Praying next to Seong Gi-hun shrine] Oh dear lord, if you see fit to send me my one true love...
[Seong Gi-hun bursts through the ceiling in a cloud of plaster and dust, flailing wildly as he crashes onto the bed with a loud thud.]
Hwang In-ho: [Slowly smirks, barely hiding his amusement] ...Thank you.