"Uh... a gambling monster?"
Hearing Fang Mo's confident answer, everyone exchanged looks, then almost instinctively frowned and asked, "What the hell is a gambling monster?"
"A gambling monster is a dirt block."
Sitting casually on the sofa, Fang Mo explained, "Anyone who's watched Alan Becker's stick figures knows that dirt blocks symbolize Minecraft's supreme authority and foundation within the code universe. Of course, that only applies to his own stick-figure universe..."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Mm-hmm, the logic is perfectly self-consistent."
Fang Mo seemed quite pleased with his explanation and nodded in satisfaction. "As expected of me..."
"As expected of you."
After hearing that load of nonsense, Jotaro Kujo, who was smoking nearby, tugged down the brim of his cap and habitually snarked, "You so easily spout nonsense that none of us can understand."
"The roasted potatoes you ate were fertilized with my shit."
Fang Mo immediately fired back, "And I neither washed nor peeled them. I even roasted them with two potato sprouts still attached and fed them to you..."
"Star Platinum!"
"Gold Experience!"
As the phantoms of two Stands appeared in an instant, Joseph felt his blood pressure shoot up several meters in one breath—about as high as Star Platinum itself.
Of course.
The two of them did not actually start fighting.
After all, neither Avdol nor Joseph could possibly stand by and watch these two Living Fathers enthusiastically brawl with their Stands.
Besides, Fang Mo knew when to quit. He had a very clear understanding of his own position. He felt more like pulpitis, paronychia, Rift Flame, ankylosing spondylitis, rheumatoid arthritis, chronic sinusitis, gout, diabetes, psoriasis, fibromyalgia syndrome, or a herniated lumbar disc.
He would not truly kill someone like those fatal diseases.
At most, he would give people a splitting headache, which happened