one's most hated enemy...

He didn't understand what on earth was so fascinating about the little buggers, or why Thanatos was so set on mingling with them (he may or may not be jealous of the fact that mortals got along so well with Death), but horror of horrors, he woke up - with him one of them.

He could have just. Buried himself under the covers and slept the day away (as he always did whenever he felt particularly peckish), but mortals had this problem called hunger...and as Thanatos said, there was more food in the Mall. So.

It...couldn't be that hard, right?

Armed with Thanatos' wallet, off our hero goes in pursuit of nourishment :|b

(for greekreaper.)