Artificial Disaster

"Idiot bitch, I'm starving because of you!"

"What kind of fat is this, dear audience? Let's teach him a lesson!"

How accurate is the saying that the soul comes from the throat? Thanks to their fondness, we made the two bosses get into each other without touching our hands.

Now you will say, what's wrong with that? You cut the mobs supplying food to Anatolia's hungry programmers, and that's what happened.

No lie, that's how things developed, but at this point, we had to give a conscientious test for the first time since we entered Hell.

All the Fallen we had killed before this one existed to attack us Sinners in one way or another and ensure our death.

The old aunt is making dough with her hands, the new bride is pouring the sherbet of the dessert she made, and the people unconsciously rejoice because television broadcasters who came to their village were passive until the end.