"Where's my Guinea Pig?!"
"Has anyone seen my Guinea Pig?!"
Early on a Saturday morning, long before daylight, Xin Fat Man began scrambling around the house, causing chaos in his room, repeatedly letting out wails of despair.
The 'Guinea Pig' he mentioned was a living alchemy rat made of plasticine-like material. It was only the size of a fist and its glass eyes weren't particularly valuable. Ever since he had bought this alchemy product from a street vendor a few weeks ago, this little mouse had become an effective tool for communication between the fat man and the Fatty Cat.
Right now, Tuan Tuan was squinting, slumped at the window, refusing to acknowledge the Fat Man's pleas for forgiveness. Earlier, when Xin Fat Man staggered back from the bathroom, he fell right onto his bed, seeming oblivious to the fact that another furry creature was also in deep sleep on his bed.
