Motan in pajamas scratched his head in frustration and said helplessly, "So we're all considered Motan... Phew, I know about this, but this current situation should be a manifestation of the illness worsening, right? Talking to ourselves and all, we don't even have a main identity."
"Because there isn't any main identity at all."
Motan in a black trench coat said calmly, then surprisingly took out a pack of premium White Sha cigarettes, retailing at 11 yuan, from his pocket, and lit one for himself with a clown-themed Zippo lighter.
Motan in a tracksuit frowned, staring at the flickering cigarette butt, and asked, "What's that?"
"Conjured up in my mind; I just tried it casually, didn't expect it to work."
Motan in the black trench coat blew a smoke ring and said leisurely, "But only the cigarette and the lighter worked, stuff like Gundams, bombers, fusion reactors, inflatable dolls, and 3D maneuver gear all failed."
"Hmm..."
