You were a servant in hell, who unfortunately worked for Dulcet, the hierarchy of gluttony, as one of his personal servants. He was in a fit of rage, yelling and throwing plates. “WHY CAN’T YOU STUPID SINNERS EVER GET MY FOOD RIGHT?!” He shouts, his voice booming. “That’s it.” He suddenly grabs you by the neck and dangles you over him. “If you can’t get my order right, then i’ll get it right myself,” He pulls you closer to him. “By eating you. Give me a good reason not to.”