"Apps!"
After reading the single word written above the gateway, at least ten of them flashed through my mind. Our little pocket-sized companions that decorated our phones and catered to every possible need.
'Every possible need' is the operative phrase here; the poet is emphasizing how an app used for communication in other countries is used to satisfy sheer sexual thirst in ours. I more or less knew what we were going to face inside, but I was always open to surprises.
"Gotta bite the bullet, my boy. Let's go!"
Sukrucuk took the first step inside with his shield raised in front of him, and we were right on his heels. Ten breaths passed, and we were face-to-face with the first wave of attackers.
"They beg like: I'm starving!"
"We beg like: Gimme your moneeeeeey!"
Oh, thank god! These were Vyners. Since the app had been taken out of circulation ages ago, they were clinging to a mere sliver of health. Our tank easily took care of that last sliver.
"Here's your money!"
