What was Sukrucuk's title again anyway, it was supposed to be Slapper, but I wonder if it changed? My habit of asking myself questions hasn't changed even though I died. First, I find the answer to the question in my own mind, then I expect a response from the person who is actually supposed to give the answer. Anyway, since we're in Hell, I can finally put these useless habits aside.
"Bro, what's up with your title?"
Our tank looked at me, rolling his eyes. He didn't even need to speak, I understood what he meant, but he still couldn't resist. Even if he wanted to stop, the reaction he showed wouldn't be enough. Some sounds absolutely had to come out of his mouth and reach my ears.
"Nephew, you shouldn't miss things like this!"
