It felt like Hunk's heart stopped. He saw what she was typing. Remove. That raised a lot of questions, and none of them were good. The direct approach should've worked, but it wasn't, and he was really starting to panic a lot more than normal. If he got removed from the game, whatever that meant, he couldn't help Monika anymore. He just needed to think outside the box. Outside the-.

"Stay behind me, Monika." The pieces fell together faster than he expected: she faced away from the windows, and she didn't like whatever cosmic flares were out there. So maybe he can force her to realize something's wrong, Hunk reasons as he brushes the poems off the desk.

"Think about your home. Your roommates." Maybe one last try with the direct approach would work. Hunk wasn't entirely sure who Monika's roommates were, but he knew she had them. Maybe that'll keep her moving.

But Hunk didn't wait for a response before picking up the desk over his head and moving to place himself between Monika and the windows behind her. Then, with a yell, he threw the desk as hard as he could at one of them. If he can't break her out of her memory, he'll just break the memory instead!