Don't be fooled; keep eating in front of you!"
As the glasses filled for the seventh round, our only surviving opponent pushed the conditions as if he was thirsty for death.
"Just finish it; I'll teach you where to eat!"
The atmosphere was getting worse. A struggle had begun not only at the bar counter where the contest was held but also among the people who had moved in with me.
"Halal, bro, beat this scumbag with your words!"
Some of the drunks, whose heads were slowly opening, supported our party's tank, Sukrucuk.
"His hair has turned into kadayif, but he's still bullying. Get that guy down!"
Naturally, the rest had joined the ranks of the horse thief. Although they didn't know either of them when the competition started, they had now chosen their sides.
I am not surprised; I think that was the natural thing. Remember when you watched the sports struggle of two teams you were not interested in. Didn't you necessarily follow the competition, hoping one would beat the other?
