Today, Bro's Not Smoking Eggplants-He's Smoking Something Stronger

"Wait, why did you burn her backpack?"

Seeing this, Logan frowned in confusion. "Didn't you consider that... there might have been things in there that were very important to her?"

"How much could a kid's stuff possibly be worth?"

Fang Mo waved a hand carelessly. "When I was little, I dreamed every day that someone would burn my homework. Now that I've finally gained this power, I must use it to help others..."

"The problem is, you burned more than just her homework."

Logan said darkly.

"I told you, kids' stuff isn't worth much."

Fang Mo shrugged indifferently. "When I was little, aside from homework, my backpack only had a crappy pencil case in it. How much could two pens be worth? At most, there'd be an MP3 player for listening to music. A hundred bucks or so would cover it."

"That's not what I meant..."

Logan shook his head.

"Then it was an MP4." Fang Mo spread his hands again. "It just has a small screen for watching some japanese little elec... little cartoons. Same thing in essence, and only worth a few hundred bucks."

"I said that's not it."

Yet the next second, Logan rejected that answer again.

"Hm?"

Now Fang Mo was stunned too. Then he suddenly looked enlightened and smacked his forehead. "Oh! Look at my memory—I forgot this is America... So you meant an MP5, right?"

"What elementary school kid would fucking put an MP5 in their backpack?!"

Logan finally snapped and roared, "I mean you'd better only burn homework... Don't burn anything else, especially not the damn planet beneath your feet!!!"

"Hey, American students bringing MP5s to school is standard procedure, okay?"

Fang Mo immediately fired back. Then he asked with absolute conviction, "Do you know why magazines usually only hold thirty rounds?"

"Because