[Having died a horrible and gruesome death in front of -- and to save -- his thirteen year old son, Koumyou would consider himself simply part of the club. Screw Gods. And their tasks, with what they've been putting his son through since!]

Well...

[Koumyou considers, pausing in his rummaging.]

I suppose I'm bored. I know! I'll stop by the supermarket and see if they have any soupermarket things to buy! Get it? Souper?

[It amuses Koumyou at least, and that's all he really cares about anyway.]

I'll drop by soon!