Little brother, I ran Eth 2490,

There is no banquet that does not end,

This feast has reached its final moment,

The delicacies have long been consumed,

Only leftover food remains, the scene is a mess.

The wise have already eaten their fill and quietly left,

The E guards, late to realize, still refuse to leave,

Clinking their bowls with chopsticks,

Hoping for the next delicious and lavish main course,

But in the end, what awaits is the hefty bill for this feast,

Someone always has to foot the bill, and this time it’s the E guards again.