Botion arrived at a small square in Dreamville under the dim night sky.
The place was packed with banana aides and large numbers of Sleepy Banana Monkeys.
"That's right, fellow members!"
The Old Monkey crouched in the middle of the square, shouting at the banana aides and little monkeys gathered around him:
"Everything that is about to happen is not the end!"
"With Dreamville as our starting point, a beautiful world will descend, and his gaze will fall upon the great undertaking we have forged together."
Seeing these little monkey brats actually holding a meeting, Botion immediately lost his temper and charged forward.
"What's so great about it, cutie?!"
He stood in the square, looking at the many banana aides and the few humans who had yet to become Sleepy Banana Monkeys.
"Come on! All eyes on me!"
"I'll put it plainly: this is some bastard's conspiracy."
"Anyone who can still stay awake, get the hell out of here now! Being stupid is one thing, but at least learn to read the room!"
"You again?" Some of the humans standing beside the banana aides recognized Botion and immediately looked at him with disgust.
"Forget what happened before, but slandering the Sleepy Banana Monkeys in front of Professor Primon Banana? Do you know what you're doing?!"
"Fine. I really shouldn't have expected anything from you."
Botion helplessly drew his gun and fired directly at the person who had just spoken. Bang—!!
At the sound of the gunshot, the man fell.
"Seriously, buddy, I'm helping you here." Botion blew on the barrel of his gun.
"Getting out of the dream now beats turning into a monkey and being sent into a monkey nest."
The Old Monkey looked at Botion's back and hurriedly said, "Galaxy Ranger, perhaps returning to the primitive—"
"Who asked