Peaceful Protest
I bring my companions toward a small very specific church.
Yep, the motherfucking church of Gluto.
As usual, Nomzilla is just sitting on his ass doing nothing at all.
Not that I can tell where it starts and end exactly.
As soon as I enter, he can smell the pies.
Like a dog.
"I see you brought food!"
[I am here to make a deal.]
"Oh? Go ahead."
[I need your help with something. I'll give you all these pies in exchange.]
"These are clearly different than usual. What's the secret ingredient?"
[It wouldn't be a secret if I told you now, would it?]
"Fair enough. Now, what would I have to do? I am busy you see."
[Busy lazing around?]
"Eating too!"
Sometimes I wonder if he worships the Sloth God too haha.
I whisper exactly what I need him to do.
He grins and agrees instantly.
We leave right after.