Seeing Keira Leaf returning to her room, Tristan Leaf, who had been peering through the gap in the room door, quickly turned around and scampered back to the bed, diving under the quilt with slightly uneven breathing.
Keira Leaf leaned against the room door, and a burst of laughter came from outside, "Fatty! What are you blindly yelling about opening the door for?"
"It's just... could it be that you want us to witness just how big your 'weapon' is?"
"Ha ha ha... Fatty, how does it feel right now? Is it exhilarating? Do you need us brothers to lend you a hand?"
Inside the room, Fatty looked at the tortoise hanging somewhere, his veins throbbing with pain, but the darn tortoise clamped on him wouldn't let go, and he couldn't tug it off. He truly experienced what it meant to be in agony!
God as my witness, he wasn't shouting to open the door, but for this Grandpa Turtle... Jack's Grandpa Turtle 'Open Door'!
