December 17th.
Happiness Island, Tianen District, Tian En Television Station.
"If you ask me, it's just that those lowlifes lack awareness."
The man with the bulging belly snorted as he barely managed to wedge his corpulent body into the sofa: "They clearly have the means to purchase firearms, but they're unwilling to manage their finances or buy insider information; they have the time and energy to cause trouble with the Fujishe lunatics, but refuse to work overtime... Uh, make sure to cut this part out before broadcasting."
The sofa at the TV station seemed far too small for the man... The couch, which would have been quite spacious for two people, now looked like it was meant for one.
It creaked and groaned, undergoing visible and horrific deformation. One might even worry whether the springs beneath would burst and impale the man sitting above them.
The host "Emperor" was already considered tall.