Chapter 195 - Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Four, Desert, Loneliness, Shit-Stirring Stick (2/2)

The man and cat frowned together. There was a murderous aura.

In a split instant!

Tang Yue yelled, “The windows frame the snow-crowned Western Mountain!”

“Beyond the door moor east-bound ships!” Tomcat yelled in retaliation.

“When asked where a tavern bower could be found.”

“A cowboy points to yonder village of the apricot flower.”

“When asked by folks back home.”

“Tell them my heart remains crystal clear.”

“The four-hundred-eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty!”

“In the mist and rain, their many towers can be seen!”

The man and cat were gasping for breath.

“As expected of the model worker of Mars, the sh*t-stirring sage of Kunlun. You are my equal.” Tomcat took a step back as its expression was tense, but it continued wearing a composed expression. “A victor might not emerge through our battle today.”

“Eunuch Cat…” Tang Yue lowered the rolling pin in his hand with the coolness of sheaving a blade. “You have impressive and profound skills. You live up to your reputation.”

“What are you role-playing today?” Mai Dong asked with a laugh over the comms. “Some Chinese poetry meet?”

Tang Yue and Tomcat sighed in unison as they returned to stirring the feces.

“It’s the New Kunlun Inn,” Tang Yue replied.

“It’s Dragon Gate Flying Cat,” Tomcat replied.

“I thought it was Dumb and Dumber.”

With Kunlun Station lacking in manpower, Tang Yue and Tomcat could only spar with words, no matter how creative they were. They couldn’t put on any large-scale performance. In the words of Tomcat, it had an epic script much grander than the Oscar-winning Ben-Hur. Unfortunately with a lacking cast of only a man and cat to play it out, it could only replay the scene of Titanic—standing at the end of Mars Wanderer shouting, “You Jump, I jump.”

If it were given an entire group of actors, it could do the movie, Alexander.

Tang Yue quipped that if they had the manpower, was there a need to do Alexander? We could play out what happened at Nanniwan, just like how they improved productivity and became self-sufficient in the 40s. As the proletariat, we will transform the Isidis Planitia into a safe and peaceful paradise.

“Lass, quickly come down… Once you are down, we can act out the Chinese opera, The White Haired Girl.” Tang Yue pounded the feces bucket. “Tomcat will act as the despotic landlord, Huang Shiren.”

“Why am I acting as Huang Shiren?” Tomcat threw a feces ball over. “If I’m acting as Huang Shiren, who will you be acting as? The penniless father, Yang Bailao?”

“I will not shirk responsibility by being the male lead. Look at Kunlun Station. Is there anyone else that can take on this important role?” Tang Yue picked up the feces ball and threw it back.

“Tang Yue is the male lead, and I’ll act as the neighbor, Auntie Wang,” Mai Dong said with a chuckle.

“Auntie Wang?” Tang Yue glared. Aren’t you the female lead? How did you become the middle-aged woman from next door? Also, when did this character exist? The mother of Old Wang from next door?

“Then who’s the female lead?”

“Female lead…” Mai Dong scratched her head. “Find a rotting tomato?”

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Tomcat wore a look of pity. Heard that, Tang Yue? That lady is telling you to be together with a rotten tomato!