Is it a dream, or is it not a dream.
Did I dream of a butterfly,
or did the butterfly dream of me?
So, is it me who's mentally ill...
or is it that bloody butterfly that passed it on to yours truly???
After a brief nap and sneaking a peek at report 0113007, a woken-up Li Pan RS5 propped his chin with both hands and got lost in the chaotic and meaningless philosophical ruminations flooding his mind.
016001 sat across from him, kicked off her high heels, crossed her silk-stockinged legs, undid her formal attire, tied up her hair, rolled up her sleeves, rubbed her hands together, and got ready to chow down!
"Thanks to you, oh 0791! Let's dig in, let's dig in! Oh boy!
New World star system cruise ship! Ultra six-star luxury hotel! Even the set meals are this extravagant!
Look! Such a huge lobster! Wow, I've only seen these in museums before! This meal must cost at least a million, right?"
