A giant broccoli known as the Divine Tree grows in the middle of the city and looks down upon Seasoning City. It's time to fill out surveys about career paths at Salt Middle School and the students are filled with various feelings. While they all talk about their hopes and dreams, Mob can't seem to think of anything himself.
Am I doomed to just repeat these 
meaningless days until my death?
هل قُدِّر لي أن تتكرّر هذه الأيّام
عديمة الجدوى حتّى مماتي؟
Bin ich dazu verdammt, diese sinnlosen Tage
bis zu meinem Tod zu wiederholen?
Sono forse condannato ad essere bloccato 
in un ciclo senza fine di giornate inutili?
Estou condenado a repetir esses 
dias sem sentido até minha morte?
Придётся до самой смерти
повторять одни и те же бессмысленные дни?