One day, a bald man who could have been mistaken for a monk was scribbling away when he suddenly clutched his head in frustration.
It turns out that this man was not a monk, but instead a narcissistic author who had plucked out all his hair.
"Baby, what happened?" A girl with shockingly large breasts and an hourglass figure ran towards him.
She was not just any girl, but the author's new disciple and, more importantly, his sugarmama.
Poor guy, it looks like he's only surviving on her and his bad scribbling skills.
The narcissistic author had already collapsed due to information overload, and maybe only death awaited him.
Well, at least he'll have some peace and quiet then.
But his disciple, in her infinite wisdom, took his pen and began writing, putting the author's future story in her own hands to give him more time to pick his nose or something.
Boing! Boing!
