In a different place perhaps infinitely far away from Frederick, there was a Chinese youth. Naturally, he did not know what Frederick was thinking.
"Damn, this scriptwriter is so stupid" he yells.
However, the noise he makes is quickly canceled out by two equally loud televisions.
This youth is particularly interested in magic, as he thinks he has some sort of magical power. Fortunately or not, he only has miracles, as he is 20 years old now and still leeching off his parents.
It is indeed a miracle. His parents are extreme nationalists, which he would not have minded if it weren't for the fact that he was a hardcore Otaku.
It doesn't help either of them that while he should be job hunting, he is binge watching Anime.
Despite this, his relations with his parents are still quite good, and they allow this troubled child to watch a maximum of 5 hours per day.
The troubles only came when the youth bought a television for his own room. He and his parents watched TV at the same intervals. Despite intensly staring at the subtitles, he could not ignore the other TV generating sound waves in his mother language, lamenting about how "petty japanese soldiers don't deserve to live".
Of course he had to drown this noise out, for his waifus were all Japanese and he didn't want them to hear this blasphemy. As a result, he turned his own television volume up. This however, effected the the mental stability of his parents, as they started to believe that all Japanese sodiers had a femminine war cry that sounds like a shy yet playful girl who is desperate to sound angry.
In order to drown out the "yamete" and the occasional moan coming from the next room, they too increased the volume of their television.
Neighbors knocked, police came, and even the building manager threataned us, but neither side yielded.
"What a boring story, the side characters are so weak minded. I would definitely have revenge on the hero if I were that poor guy"
This little devil Otaku has been bored out of his mind, he has finished enough anime to last normal people 10 lifetimes.
While he rants to nobody about why some side character would rather do something suicidal than get proper revenge, he finally noticed something that was previously masked by the noise of the television.
The 10 gallons of water that he had brought in advance had all spilled onto the ground, and it spilled on both the television and him, who was crouching on his miniature television.
In an instant, he died.