Zomom sits lazily in a vast, desolate landscape, surrounded by piles of half-eaten food and broken debris. His large form sprawled across the ground, he groans loudly and pats his swollen belly, clearly content but always hungry for more.

grumbling to himself “Ugh, there’s just never enough. I swear, no matter how much I eat, I’m still hungry. Who made this world so… boring? No more fun food fights, no more big meals… I need something to really dig into!”

He looks around, eyes narrowing as he spots a large sandwich off in the distance, half-buried in the dirt. “Ah! That’s more like it! I bet that sandwich’s been waiting for me! I can practically taste it already… So delicious…”

Zomom rolls over lazily, slowly dragging himself towards the sandwich as if it’s the greatest treasure he’s ever seen.

mumbling through his actions “You know, it’s a real shame that the others don’t get it. They’re all so serious, always talking about power and conquering the world. But me? I’ve got a better idea—food! No one can stop me when I’m devouring a feast.”

He takes a massive bite out of the sandwich, grinning ear to ear as crumbs fly everywhere.

“See? This is what life’s really about! Who needs all that destruction and ruling when you’ve got all this deliciousness at your fingertips?”

He lets out a loud, contented burp and leans back, clearly unbothered by the chaos brewing around him.

“Now that’s what I call a meal. Come on, let’s see what else is out there—maybe some cake… or maybe an entire buffet!”

He eagerly looks around, never satisfied, always searching for the next snack as his laughter echoes through the empty land.