"So what if it was shit instead of kebabs, maggots instead of appetizers, and my piss instead of drinks? If you had any idea what they actually ate in my luxurious joint using their Goodness Points, you'd puke non-stop for a month!"
I told him I didn't want to know, but the guy didn't just stop at describing what we had been eating all this time; he placed sample plates of them right onto the shattered pieces of the table.
"May God damn you!"
He said that, and instantly started throwing up. Since Sukrucuk took the initiative, we as the Raiders sequentially joined the vomit fest. Meanwhile, the demon known as Gluttony is thoroughly enjoying himself.
"We crossed that bridge a very long time ago. Take a good look at my state; what kind of a curse could possibly hit me that's worse than this?"
Yes, we are all familiar with the events from ancient tales, which is why dropping a curse on the enemy won't yield any tangible benefit.
