[There won't be any need for a fire extinguisher! When he's done, they'll need a mop and a bucket! At least he got rid of that shitty extra. Bakugo can focus on the more important person in this scenario. Safely inside the trailer, he yanks the door shut and locks it while Minato gets himself comfortable on the bed. A quick tug pops the refrigerator open and he crouches in front of its cool breath to scan its glowing interior.]

Aa. This place can be an asshole when it wants to push. [Bakugo closes the fridge with his foot and takes the three steps needed to the bed, then offers Minato some water again, along with two pills. They're gonna do little more than offset a headache and potential chills, but both of them know what's coming.]

I haven't heard of anyone actually dying from shitty threats like this, but I've never waited to find out.