"C'mooon, I wanna try iiiit~!" His hand latched about King's face--Ban shoved King's face towards the open, endlessly black interior of the bag. He would find that, regardless of King's head and shoulders, the bag would have happily gobbled him up.

If King fell into it, he would find himself in a semi-lit void--somewhat cold and filled with a whole lot of money and an assortment of clothes. In fact--two pairs of shirts would have immediately vanished from the bag and landed on the table where Ban was seated.

He would stare at the clothes, visibly confused.