Affogato was trying to suffocate him with some kind of gas, the entire room Smokey, but this old ass man had resistance to it. Affogato was slowly passing out. He suddenly flipped him off, having a conversation about him being aware of the licorice army outside. You couldn’t pick up on anymore of their words. Suddenly, you heard him speak up. He chuckled, lately not being so nonchalant and more alive.

“You know, you’re not so good at hiding you want the throne. Maybe you should try harder, but it’s obvious, so maybe in the afterlife or, perchance if I spare you to leave this kingdom.” He stayed, smirking. Affogato was silent, shocked.