'Damn it. How do I get out of here!'
Bipson pinched his nose. As the concentration of natural gas increased, the stench of ethanethiol made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He inhaled slightly and felt his stomach churn as he vomited debris all over the floor.
His eyes were red as he roared, "Death Inquisitor, I know you're here. Didn't you want to see me detonate? I won't detonate. I'll definitely escape successfully."
As soon as he finished scolding, he immediately pinched his nose.
"How do I get Out? There must be another way. There must be. Ah, you damn pervert, I can definitely get out."
Bipson roared furiously as his brain worked frantically. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind and a problem appeared.
"How did I get in? That's right!
As long as this problem was solved, everything would be solved.
"I'm a genius!"
"Death Judge, you want to entrap me, right? In your next life!"
