"Oreo, this is Jolin Tsai, here's my report for today."
"First, don't think you're crazy enough. Come to Jinghai and you'll find there are people crazier than you, especially those doctors."
"Second, the mind is perhaps like toilet paper, never considered for 'repairs' during production."
"Third, combining the previous two points, Oreo (I'd like to know what flavor you are, Li Xiaoye's daughter likes the original), you've probably deduced this one—going to a mental hospital for treatment, the psychiatrists only make you worse."
"Fourth, did you see the cars in the parking lot? Besides that pretentious blue BMW, the other two, each more expensive than a typical Maybach, they're earned by trampling over the dignity and exploiting the freedom of countless people like me! So freaking jealous, damn!"
"Fifth... never mind! I got into a lawsuit today, need to gather evidence, and I'm going to take down that Martian, pretending I don't know his real face!"
