The strange thing had one hand on his hip and the other on the bathroom stall door, leaning in to look at the blue owl.
The blue owl checked his appearance in the mirror, then fixed his gaze on it.
"Superhero?" the strange thing raised an imaginary eyebrow and said with disdain, "I hate superheroes, a bunch of clowns in tights... Do you want to be a clown too?"
"And you're any better? I think kids would vomit if they saw you," the blue owl retorted.
"I say, can we blow this guy up..." the strange thing covered its face and pointed at the blue owl, "His way of speaking is so disgusting, like a little brat trying to mimic his dad."
"It's just you and me here. Who are you talking to?"
"To Ke Mingye."
"Aren't you Ke Mingye?"
The strange thing shook its head: "No, no, no, strictly speaking, you're Ke Mingye. You have control of Ke Mingye's body, which means you can blow both me and yourself up."
