"You've finally come, Tang Sanzang." Sun Wukong dug his ear leisurely and said.
At the entrance of the cave, a figure stood there.
"How did you know I would come?" The figure gradually approached; it was a plump, bald monk.
"I was expecting a beautiful monkey. Who would have thought it'd be a hairless baldy?" Sun Wukong continued to dig his ear with an embroidery needle that seemed to be his Jingu Bang.
"You're not satisfied with me, and I'm certainly not pleased with you either. Look at you, you're all hairy," Tang Monk said, plunking down onto a stone stool while staring at Sun Wukong.
"You don't understand, this is what's handsome. The female monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain always say so," Sun Wukong remarked, still at ease.
"But outside, they call this 'non-mainstream' and 'visual-kei.'
"Nonsense, they just don't appreciate art." Sun Wukong paused and added, "The female monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain practically worship me."
