"I knew you couldn't handle it yourself. In a crisis like this, only the great Grade S-11 Observer can help you out of this predicament."
"Alright, are you done boasting?"
"Help me up, I can go on boasting!"
Lu Luo looked at the Observer and suddenly smiled.
"Observer, so you're just a bunch of watermelons?"
"Nonsense! Do you not understand what a metaphor is? Just because what's shown is a watermelon, does that mean the essence is literally a watermelon? Isn't this kind of children's story something you can understand if you have a brain? Did you even graduate from elementary school?"
"Fine, having a brain is enough, so I don't have one then. Could you perhaps explain a little to me?"
"Watermelons are sweet; they're attractive. People want to get them, so the watermelon needs to run away. I don't want to be controlled, don't want to become their tool, so I have to leave, to depart. I am the watermelon, but the watermelon is not me. Got it?"
