Is the snack machine ready?
"All set?"
Nian Shutong risked another bout of sarcasm to repeat the question, but Rubble was surprisingly free of any arrogant retorts this time.
"Yes, they're all ready, all that's left is practice."
Nian Shutong gave Rubble two thumbs up, genuinely praising, "Rubble is truly impressive, you might just be the smartest in the entire interstellar region."
Rubble didn't entertain a single humble thought, pondering carefully.
"I can't be sure about being the first in the interstellar region, but being the first on Blue Star is certain."
Having said his piece, Rubble, with Ji Sisi and his team of robots, boarded the flying device and left.
Nian Shutong stood alone where she was.
"Daodao, did Rubble just say he's smarter than me?"
"Master, isn't that the case?"
"Host, Little Eight thinks we should come to terms with the truth."
The two miniature knife-bots, each wielding a little knife, plunged them into Nian Shutong's metaphoric lung channels.
