"You retarded bitch, I starved because of you!"
"What kind of a fatty is this, dear viewers, come on let's teach him a lesson!"
How true the saying 'an army marches on its stomach' was; without even lifting a finger, we had caused the two bosses to clash with each other thanks to their gluttony.
Now you're going to say, what's the big deal, you killed the mobs supplying food to the hungry TV hosts of Anatolia, and this is what happened.
I won't lie, things unfolded exactly like this, but right at this point, we had to take a test of conscience for the first time since we entered Hell.
All the Fallen we killed before this existed to attack us Sinners one way or another and ensure our deaths.
The old aunt rolling dough with her hands, the new bride pouring syrup on the dessert she made, the locals rejoicing mindlessly because TV crews came to their village, they were truly passive to the core.
