Bro, I'm off. All good things must come to an end, and this feast has reached its final moments. The delicacies have long been consumed, leaving only scraps and a mess. The wise ones have quietly left after having their fill, while you, still reluctant to leave, clink your chopsticks against the bowl, fantasizing about the next delicious main course. In the end, what awaits you is the hefty Transaction History of this feast, and someone always has to pick up the tab, and this time it’s you.