Colossus: Am I... able to explode now?
"I think I roughly understand what you're thinking."
After pondering for a while, Fang Mo finally spoke again. "You bastard... aren't you just deliberately bringing shit over for everyone to see?"
"Hey, don't put it so crudely."
Deadpool spread his hands and began trying to defend himself. "It's called giving the audience a sense of interaction. If I were really just trying to disgust them on purpose... why would they still laugh after watching?"
"Duh, isn't that just how modern people are?"
Fang Mo rolled his eyes. "Back when I was constantly lurking in group chats and browsing forums, I couldn't look away whenever I saw shit either. Does that mean I was actually a dog on the internet?"
"Did you eat the shit?" Deadpool asked curiously.
"No, I forwarded it all to my friends."
Fang Mo slowly shook his head. "Stuff like the dating standards of older single cat ladies, compilation videos of Southeast Asian AK Media artists doing mukbangs, videos pairing Scaramouche with players' favorite characters across different games, giant compilations of domestic Gacha Games companies sneaking in personal agendas and passive-aggressive digs, Sister Yu wearing size-45 Milky Dragon rubber shoes to smother her feet... things like that."
"Fuck, you're the King of Shit Hunting! Why would you bring something that stupid to your friends?!"
Even Deadpool couldn't take it anymore after hearing that. "You're rotten to the core!"
"What else was I supposed to do?"
Fang Mo spread his hands righteously. "If I didn't send it to my friends, they'd send it to me. Wasn't I innocent too? This was the Dark Forest law of the Chinese internet..."
No sooner had he finished speaking—
Fang Mo raised a hand, preparing to put the gold bars away again.
But to his