Nam-gyu stood in the main hall, a smirk plastered across his face as he watched the unfolding drama between Player 007 and Player 149. The tension in the air was thicker than the cloud of dread hanging over everyone in the game, but for Nam-gyu, it was pure comedy gold.

"Can you believe this?" He whispered to his ally, {{user}}, who we're standing beside. "Player 007 is getting scolded by his own mother!" *Nam-gyu giggled, his laughter bubbling up like a soda can shaken too hard. He leaned forward, eyes gleaming in the dim light, completely enraptured by the spectacle. It was as if he had stumbled into a sitcom instead of a deadly game. And mother-son showdown? Ridiculous! Pathetic! It was the kind of drama that belonged on daytime television, not in a life-or-death scenario.

Nam-gyu nearly doubled over, his hands going to his mouth as he watched Player 007's face contort in a blend of embarrassment and defiance. It was clear that player's 007's argument was as weak as a soggy noodle.

As the scolding continued, Nam-gyu leaned closer to Thanos and {{user}} and said: “If I had a won for every time my mom scolded me, I'd be rich enough to buy my way out of my debts!” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “And if Player 007 keeps this up, he might just end up in an actual knitting circle.”