Lynn stared with dead-fish eyes, reached out, and caught one of Zuo Zuo's little spreading tentacles with a smack. He said:
"You don't think I actually wanted to take Miss Machine Intelligence's sword too, do you? We're walking through a rectum, after all, with filth all around us. I was just trying to lighten this lovely atmosphere. Do you think I could really do something like that?"
Zuo Zuo instantly went (〝▼皿▼) and poked him as she said:
"Pah! Useless Blockhead, you think Zuo Zuo doesn't know you? You clearly wanted to take it as if it were yours by right! If you really didn't want to, then give all those other swords back to-mmph!! Mmmph!!"
Under Silver Fantasy's gaze, before Zuo Zuo could finish, Lynn furiously plugged her mouth with the thick neck of a bottle, shook its contents, and poured them down her throat with a glug-glug.
Silver Fantasy instinctively asked:
"Give them back to whom?"
"Ahahahahaha!" Lynn laughed, forcefully pouring Zuo Zuo's favorite wondrous liquid down her throat. He adjusted his Monocle with his shoulder and laughed:
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. A left hand being able to talk is strange enough already, so naturally, nothing she says has any credibility. All you need to do is ignore her completely! Ahahaha!"
"Mmph!! Mmmph!! Glug-glug-"
She watched Lynn turn away and begin vigorously irrigating his left hand with an unidentified liquid to catalyze her.
Although it looked like bullying.
Although it really was.
For some reason, however, she felt that their relationship seemed closer than anyone else's. Yes, it was a "feeling," something almost impossible for a machine's logical thinking to comprehend.
For some reason, she suddenly became a little lost in thought.
She opened her hand.
Then looked again at the flower in her palm.
"A