Given that the two men standing behind the cart were at least as massive as he was, his words carried quite a bit of hidden weight, but Sukrucuk didn't seem to care in the slightest. I think we can all agree that a bagel cart wasn't going to be more appetizing than the food offered in the Seven-Tiered Abyss City. So, what exactly was making this guy drool like a bulldog?
"Murtaza, is this your cart? Get one of those Nutella ones ready for me, then!"
While devouring a bagel—which had been sliced horizontally down the middle and slathered with a thin layer of cream cheese on both sides—our tank didn't forget to order his second one simultaneously. Completely ignoring the fact that his question went unanswered, he just kept scattering crumbs everywhere. He didn't have to wait long anyway; the lifespan of a sesame-crusted baked good in his hands was a few seconds at best.
