The young man ran too fast and snapped the toy train's track with a crack. Galaxy didn't get angry; she twirled the carving knife in her hand and said to the young man, "Handcrafted 10:1 realistic vintage luxury train track parts, original price 1800, currently on promotion, discounted to 1620, personal pickup can waive the shipping fee, 1600, thank you."
I never thought that the longest sentence I'd hear her say in my life would be such a... perplexing sentence.
The young man was also stunned. Perhaps instinctively, he immediately replied, "What kind of thing costs 1600? Are you extorting people?"
"Not compensating?" Galaxy stopped twirling the carving knife, turned to the young man, and said, "I've lived here for over eight hundred years, and there's never been a living person who can owe me a debt."
As soon as she said that, not to mention the young man, even the two holding knives and sticks shivered with fear.
