#FB , bro, FB 39U I'm leaving first. The group leader said 40u I should get out of positions early. This feast has come to its final moments. The delicacies have long been eaten, leaving only leftovers and a mess. The smart ones have quietly left after eating their fill, while you, still unaware, refuse to leave. You cling to the bowl with your chopsticks, hoping for the next sumptuous dish, only to be presented with the hefty bill at the end of the feast. Someone always foots the bill for the feast, and this time it's your turn to pay.