"That's right."
"No matter when or where, self-reflection is of utmost importance."
The Banana Assistant turned and looked at Botion.
"You might wonder whether to drink single malt, or try something new, like an absinthe herbal flavor..."
"No matter which choice you make, there always seems to be some regret left behind."
"So, let us imagine a scenario that does not exist in reality—"
"If your dependence on that drink had never existed in the first place, then this question would naturally never arise, along with all the thoughts it produced."
"Would that make you unhappy?"
Botion could not help but freeze at those words.
A mysterious force rushed straight into his mind, scrambling his original thoughts.
"Hiss... what the banana is going on?"
"I really don't feel like drinking at all anymore."
"..."
Botion narrowed his eyes at the Banana Assistant before him.
"You dared rummage through my head like that. No wonder the Synesthesia Beacon turned into this mess."
"Your piece of junk shouldn't be capable of that. Where's the bastard behind this?"
"Sir, please do not get agitated." The Banana Assistants took a few steps back, revealing friendly smiles.
"I know your purpose for coming to Dreamville was far from simple. The Banana Assistants discovered you immediately."
"But the fact that we allowed you to remain until now... should earn some gratitude from you."
"We have always believed there are no eternal enemies, so long as you can understand our ideals."
"What banana ideals do you have?" Botion cursed. "If humans had no desires, could they still be called human?"
"From the moment they are in the womb, infants instinctively draw nutrients from their mothers. After they are born, when they are hungry, they want milk!"
"According to your logic, if they lost the desire to take