Honestly this shit is such a masterclass in environmental storytelling. Marvel at the abject grossness of the soup itself bubbling with boils of fat and pickled scat. Observe the overcooked noodles drowning in hot lava shit reaching out for mercy. Do you think he wiped his camera as it accumulated steamy, hot vapor? Admire the rim of the bowl passionately blemished with brownish shit stains all around as if someone with the hunger of a thousand gorillas used their hands to ladle the thick slurry out of the bowl. Gawk at the Great Value fucking paper towel that is sitting on top of Grandmothers disgraced upholstery. Does he eat soup on the couch? Does he not have a table or a counter to eat on in whatever hill person meth hovel he lives in? Did he feel ill after eating this? Whatever became of Friga?