"I probably..." Hippo muttered blankly, "got stood up?"
By the time he realized it and looked down at the curry fish jelly he had taken three bites of, he suddenly lifted the plate, opened his mouth, and poured the entire fish jelly into it, chewing frantically.
The terrifying spiciness and anger exploded from his face once again, turning that gray visage bright red. Numerous bloodshot strands surfaced in his eyes.
"It's Apocalypse!" he exclaimed excitedly, identifying the ingredients. "It's Apocalypse that's giving me this uneasy feeling... Such pure Apocalypse! Unprecedented! Was it specially made for this dish?"
Panting heavily, the emaciated man spoke vaguely, "There's also anger, this artificially added rage, such remarkably pure fury and murderous intent..."
"Blood, there's the taste of blood."
