Banana mayonnaise!?

[ There's an apparent curiosity and disgust shown on Kaburagi's face when the first testing product is offered his way. It looks like a plate of pale-colored custard and it smells strongly like bananas, with a hint of salt and egg yolk. It's served with a piece of bread beside it, and the person handing him the tray tells him that it tastes just like banana custard, but in a savory flavor.

He pauses for a second, eyebrows furrowed, then nods. ]

Banana custard is good!

[ Happy, he takes the bread, puts some of the banana mayonnaise on top of the bread, and— ]

What is this!!! You're being rude to bananas!!!! Apologize to bananas!!!!!!

[ Well, what exactly did you expect from banana mayonnaise. ]

[ Thankfully for Kaburagi, weird food stuff isn't all this event has. His eyes widen enthusiastically when he sees the next product: a ping pong table door. ]

This is genius!! Every house should have this!!!

[ He blinks in excitement, a ping pong racket in each hand, looking around him like searching for something— ]

Hey, you!! [ He waves one of the racket in his hand. ] You can play, right?! Play with me!!

[ Did you forget the actual purpose of this event. ]

[ Kaburagi has never seen the shrine this crowded except on new year's day — no, even on new year's it's never been this crowded! Getting out of his bed, he runs excitedly to the corridor, seeing all these new followers to his god. Finally! People's eyes have been opened!! People finally see how cool his god is!!!

Grinning excitedly, he slides down the stair railings, then jumps into the pool of people in the shrine's ground. Now that he looks at them more properly, it seems like everyone is holding a pair of binoculars. Oooh, they want to see his god's shrine so much that they're looking at it closely with binoculars!! That's awesome!!! As expected from—

His thoughts are put into an immediate halt when he feels something dropped on top of his head. He blinks, confused, and just as he reaches for his head and looks up above him— ]

What the—

[ —immediately two other birds decide that this particular location at this particular time is good to take a dump, right on his face. Whoops. ]