You may be wondering why I called you demons here. No, not to be eaten. For centuries humans and demon achieved peace through the Promise. All demons stay in a separate world and us humans leave a bunch there for you to farm and eat like animals. We’re not proud of it, but it works. Never mind the fact its a completely immoral thing to do and we continue to do it; And, any society harboring a faction of compassion would call off the deal and blow the crap out of you.
What? We can let monsters farm human beings, but we can’t nuke the creatures that eat them? A biological weapon could work too. Seriously, what the fuck world leaders?!
*cough* Anyway, that’s why I’m here. I’d like to barter a new promise. The Don’t Ever Eat Humans Again Promise.
Woahwoahwoah! Before you kill me, let me tell you what you’d get in exchange. It’s a little creation we call…
Sugar!
Cake, cookies, pies, brownies, Twinkies. Ever heard of ice cream? It’s—get this—cold milk and sugar! It’s to die for. And, it’s all yours for absolutely nothing. But, wait, there’s more!
Mammoth Base Opera Castle 