"This isn't a matter of principle, God," Izanagi said earnestly. "A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes. You can't lump the two together."
"Fuck..." Du Yu sighed helplessly. What was he supposed to do now?
Unless Izanagi himself said it aloud, this plan couldn't work.
His eyes darted around, and an idea suddenly came to him.
"Izanagi, repeat 'A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes' ten times in a row."
"Huh?? Why?"
"Just say it when I tell you to!" Du Yu roared. "I'm God! You have to listen to me!"
"All right..." Izanagi nodded. "A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes. That's the first time."
"First time, my ass! Do you fucking understand what 'in a row' means?!"
Izanami charged over with a whole crowd of female ghosts. They were about to be overwhelmed.
Izanagi hurriedly apologized to Du Yu, then started again. "A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes. A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes. A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes. A hair ornament is a hair ornament, and grapes are grapes. A hair ornament is grapes..."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Du Yu shouted. "A hair ornament is grapes! You finally fucking said it!"
"Huh??" Izanagi froze. Before he could argue, Du Yu yanked off his hair ornament and hurled it far away.
The moment the hair ornament hit the ground, it took root and grew into a vast vineyard.
But the female ghosts were at a critical point in their fierce battle, and none of them paid the grapes any attention. Never mind a whole vineyard-even a whole field of handsome men probably wouldn't have helped.
Sure enough, Du Yu saw that