"Hey, are you crazy?" Number 47 was still trembling violently after he had been put down from Lin San's shoulder. He gulped for air as he wiped his wet face— who knew if that was sweat or the bodily fluids of that long, green caterpillar. "How could someone be so reckless? What if you couldn't tie it with your rope? What if the beetle ignored the caterpillar and came after us instead? What if…"
"That's too many what-ifs," Lin Sanjiu remarked indifferently, interrupting him. She leaned her body against the doors of the giant-sized feet-shaped greenhouse. The door was one of the shoelaces. The girth of that 'shoelace' could fit two people standing shoulder-to-shoulder. "Besides, if something unpredictable happens, I'll just think on my feet."
Number 47 placed his hands down and stared at her blankly for two seconds.
