Whew...
Heavy snow was falling outside the window.
Inside the window was a filthy room, with irregular black-red blood stains on the floor.
A shirtless big black Fatty was crouching on the floor like a mountain of flesh, pawing at a small bucket in front of him.
This was the boss of the Dark World, the King of Darkness.
Splish splash...
The bucket he was pawing at contained small red-and-white meat lumps soaked in black-red blood water, making sloshing sounds as his fat hands stirred them around.
"Oh, this one is pretty good."
"This one is also nice."
He picked up a small meat lump and scrutinized it for a moment.
He picked up a second one and looked at it for a while.
All of these meat lumps were... human tonsils!
Not diseased tonsils removed due to illness.
But rather fresh and healthy tonsils.
Squeak...
The door behind him opened.
A secretary, dressed in a suit, walked in.
"Boss, we couldn't keep the rhythm going.
"That rhythm is tough to maintain.
