"EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT!"
The whole restaurant was chanting, mugs slamming, feet stomping, while Ahrie and Min fought for their lives against their food.
"ARGHH! FUCKKK!"
Ahrie slammed the knife into the table, breath heaving, face twitching with rage.
He grabbed the roast chicken by its greasy little torso.
"You're not escaping this time!" he snarled and bit down hard.
Crunch.
He froze.
"...Was that—bone?"
Before he could react, the damn thing kicked him—
its bony leg snapping forward like a professional martial artist.
Ahrie flew backward, crashed into a nearby table, and sent mugs flying.
"WHOOOOOO!"
The crowd erupted, raising their drinks and cheering as if they were watching a wrestling match.
The roast chicken strutted proudly across the table before hopping off and running away outside.
The laughter grew louder. Beer spilled everywhere.
It was chaos.
Meanwhile—
Min was on the other side of the table, cornered by his romantically aggressive octopus.
