The gambler lay sprawled on the floor, foam trickling from the corners of his mouth...
His eyes were bloodshot, and tears dripped from them...
Looking at the food delivery beside him, the gambler gagged violently. That bizarre smell gradually began to spread...
"Bleurgh!! Where's that rank stench coming from? Bleurgh!!! Did the casino toilets explode?!"
"Who? Who took a dump in the casino? That smell is disgusting!! Bleurgh!!"
"I can't take it! I can't take it! I can't stay here anymore! Bleurgh!! That stench is killing me!!"
The place descended into utter chaos...
Hearing the commotion out on the casino floor, Shukaku hurried out from the back...
"Bleurgh!!!" The instant Shukaku rushed out, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed, foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Dealer! Where did you get this food?!" Choking as he struggled to breathe, the gambler looked at Ōtsutsuki Moon and demanded an answer.
"Nothing unusual. I just picked up your delivery like normal. It's Mr. Ishigami's food." Ōtsutsuki Moon was baffled. What smell? Why couldn't he smell anything?
"Fine!"
Unable to stand it any longer, the gambler took out his phone, opened Beautiful Pig Delivery, and pulled up his latest order...
First, he called the merchant...
"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."
No luck. He tried the driver next...
"Hello, this is Minato Namikaze, your Beautiful Pig Delivery driver," Minato said, answering as soon as the call came through.
"Were you the driver just now?!" the gambler demanded furiously.
"May I ask which order is yours?" Minato asked in surprise.
"The food stinks this badly, and you've already forgotten?! How could you deliver this to me?!" Pinching his nose, the gambler roared in anger.
"Uh, sorry, sir. I delivered fifty orders in the last five minutes. Which order was yours?