>>84316670He sits within The Demon Hungers cafe and gazes into the drink the waitress gave him. A black lemonade. It reminds him of a memory not too long ago. He wishes he could share this moment with his friends, Ike and Elira. But the more he looks into the glass, the more feelings welled inside him. Pride? Fear? Who could say? Did he “thoroughly look” through those documents as he claimed? Did he truly believe he would leave his transient golden play button throne in solidarity of a coworker’s struggles? Or were these claims distracting himself from the /#/s monster he truly became?
But reminiscing on his lonely legacy as a BFE menhera made him sad, and he quickly gulped down the contents of the glass. He felt a cold shiver down his spine, but the sight of the red tablecloth warmed his heart. Though he had many “fake fans” in his career, the Chinese seemed as if they were always there to great him with open arms. He looked out to the window gazing into the bright blue sky. “As long as I don’t say another “yo mama” joke, I will never truly be alone.”
