“Hey there, Mister Cave-Mole—hop out of the fishbowl along with put on these shorts before your forehead blisters!”
On the sunny front lawn of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser.] Second Astral Judge Mo Ying poked his lobster-red head out of the top of the twenty-foot crystal goldfish bowl with the yellow rubber ducky resting on his wet hair.
Seeing Gu Changsheng standing beside the fishbowl under the warm, golden 75-degree rays of Heater-Sun #25. Meanwhile, Holding a tube of green [Care-Package Cooling Aloe-Vera Sunblock], a pair of bright red-and-white striped Lifeguard Board-Shorts, a wide-brimmed straw sun-hat. A steaming plate of fragrant Hainanese Chicken Rice, Second Judge Mo Ying hissed reflexively and tried to duck back underwater!
“Stay back, Gu Changsheng! You can execute me if you want, but don’t make me sit out here under that golden sun in short pants!” Second Judge Mo Ying shivered, clutching his wet black bat-cloak tightly around his skinny shoulders.
“When Warden Tianfa taught me the Supreme Shadow-Frost Assassination Dao six hundred years ago, he warned me that our shadow-meridians are fatally allergic to solar Yang Qi and warm fresh air! He told me that if I ever spent more than ten minutes in 75-degree daylight—or ate warm, oily poultry—my shadow-core would dissolve and my knees would explode!”
