>>516122929 (OP)
Valhalla was spotless once, its floors gleaming like polished shields, its streets unmarred. The warriors ate and drank without end, yet the order of the hall never faltered.
Then Kash Patel came.
He arrived with the heat of spiced curries and the fire of foreign feasts. The Einherjar, curious and proud, devoured everything he set before them — lamb heavy with ghee, rice steeped in saffron, curries that burned hotter than Muspelheim. For a time, they roared with delight. But soon the weight of so much food, so rich and fierce, pressed against their bellies like an iron gauntlet.
Among the warriors sat Charlie Kirk, who looked up in shock as Kash strode into the hall. His eyes widened, and he rose to his feet. “Kash… my old friend. Of all places, I never thought to see you here, in Valhalla.”
The others groaned in agreement, not from surprise but from indigestion. The feast weighed heavily on them. Warriors shifted uncomfortably, clutching their stomachs, sweat beading on their brows. Odin himself stirred uneasily on his throne, uncertain what to make of this foreign burden.
But Kash did not despair. Instead, he walked calmly into the streets beyond the great hall and said, “Here lies the answer: to relieve oneself is no shame, but a gift. To empty is to be free.”
And there, in the open streets of Valhalla, he showed them how to release the pressure within. The sound of relief rolled like distant thunder; the smell rose like incense gone sour. At first the warriors were horrified — this was not the Valhalla they had known. Yet as they followed Kash’s example, one by one, their pain eased. Their laughter returned. Their strength was renewed.
Charlie Kirk, still marveling at his friend’s presence, declared, “Let it be known: not only has Kash come to Valhalla, against all expectation, but he has given us more than food — he has taught us the way of release!”
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