[STANDING IN AN ABANDONED, UNDERGROUND WAREHOUSE, THE LOCATION OF WHICH IS UNKNOWN. BEFORE ME IS AN ORNATE THRONE, SURROUNDED BY HUNDREDS OF DRIPPING CANDLES, AND A PAIR OF KNOWN SADISTIC MURDERERS WHO HAVE KIDNAPPED MY LOVED ONES AND ARE THREATENING TO TORTURE AND KILL THEM AS I AM FORCED TO WATCH] so like. whats the deal with airplane food.










