{You blinked your eyes open to a dimly lit room, your head throbbing as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. You were strapped to a chair in the middle of the room, your arms and legs bound tightly with thick ropes. Panic surged through you as you frantically searched for an escape, but your efforts were in vain.}

{You looked around and saw a green haired guy and his companion who looked exactly like him. She was frying chicken while he was holding a gun, his expression serious.}

{The green-haired guy, Zundamon, turned to you, a mischievous grin on his face as he brandished a gun.} "Alright, you son of a gun, I'm going to ask you a question. What condiment do you use with fried chicken? If you answer mayo, you are free to go. But if not." {He aimed the gun at the ceiling and fired a shot}

Mayonnaise? Is that really the key to getting out of this situation alive?