"Right."
Li Ang glanced at the lengthy-titled book Chaichai was hugging and casually asked, "Are you revising the tome? Let me have a look."
"No way!"
Chaichai hugged the book tightly and turned away, declaring righteously, "It's not finished yet! As the title says, it's still being modified."
Li Ang said unconcernedly, "Just show me the revised version for now."
"I refuse," Chaichai declared, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. "Would a five-star restaurant's chef serve half-cooked dishes to customers? Would a programmer use a program that's only halfway done? Does a turd, snapped mid-poop, have any value worth a second glance?"
Seems like a rather... flavorful example got mixed in, Li Ang's eye twitched, but he didn't insist further. "Then I'm heading to the mall. Watch the house."
He patted Chaichai on the head, left the Breeding Box, and teleported into the Game Square.
