The caged parrot stared intently at the Iron Black Pot: "..."
The Iron Black Pot looked innocently at the caged parrot: "..."
After a good while, the caged parrot finally broke the silence: "I'm so freaking not okay with this... Why is it like this..."
"Hey Pot, how about we swap skins..."
The Iron Black Pot shrugged: "I'm afraid that can't be done, oh."
"Parrot, don't get all jealous and bitter, just think about Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching..."
"Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching..." The caged parrot instinctively paused for a moment, then slowly let out a breath: "Hm, I feel much better now..."
The Iron Black Pot walked over to the caged parrot, patting her armor: "That's the spirit, you need to choose the right frame of reference. When you think you're not lucky enough in the game, just compare yourself to those super unlucky ones, and you'll feel like a little lucky star!"
