Lin Xian walked up to the bar and glanced at the microwave oven that popped open the glass door:
"Isn't it all the same electricity whether it's hydro, wind, nuclear, or thermal? What difference does it make to you?"
The microwave oven VV snorted haughtily:
"Thermal power feels stronger, makes my body warmer; hydro makes it cooler, but my analytical power improves, with Gezhou Dam's hydro being the purest; wind power lacks definition, it's rather hazy; compared to these, nuclear is the clearest, refreshing and transformative. Solar energy? What rubbish, not even a dog would use it!"
"..."
Lin Xian took a deep breath to suppress the urge to punch the microwave.
He had figured it out.
He had once again fallen into one of VV's 'gag traps.'
This was clearly a joke from the domestic headphone industry; VV was just rehashing old material:
"I'm trying to discuss serious matters with you; can we stop with the gags? Didn't you say you were able to prioritize things properly?"
