Alan and Mike, perched side by side atop a summit sofa, clutched their coconuts, gazing across the great chasm with faces awash in woefulness and despair.
Alan inquired, "Mike, wasn't it handsome to see our big brother take on the king-level boss singlehandedly during your last copy?"
"..."
Mike sipped his coconut water, unsure how to respond; he was drugged and hallucinating in that copy. But, he had bragged about conquering his solo dungeon, even embellishing a little just now.
He took another sip of coconut water, "Oh, incredibly dashing! You can't fathom the awe-inspiring magnitude of our brother's prowess without being there!"
"Indeed, today we can only watch from afar," Alan's face was painted with envy.
Mike surreptitiously exhaled, relieved to have evaded suspicion. Lying was exhausting.
Alan turned and remarked, "You're quite formidable yourself, having achieved five stars in that dungeon."
