Bro, I ran from Ethereum. There is no banquet that doesn't end, and this feast has reached its final moment. The delicacies have long been eaten, leaving only cold leftovers and a scene of devastation. The smart ones have already eaten their fill and quietly left the table, while you, slow to realize, still refuse to leave, clanking your chopsticks against the bowl, fantasizing and hoping for the next delicious and abundant main course. In the end, what you face is the huge bill for this feast; someone always has to pay for the banquet, and this time it's you.