"THERE'S SOMETHING I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND," I began, still furious with what had happened back in the carnival. "You said that the carnival is for the residents to sell their things, so why was that dumbass allowed to sell his books here? Could he be lying about writing them?"
{"I can tell when someone's lying, and that wasn't what he was lying about, human!"} What?
"You can tell when a person is lying? For real?" He nodded, unbothered.
