As they talked,
Scar Dog seemed to get lost in his daydream: "If one day, we gather enough energy blocks, maybe we can go into outer space and take a look."
"People used to always ask if there are aliens."
"Turns out, there are aliens everywhere."
"And once Mr. Jacob's turret's caliber is big enough, we'll build a cosmic warship and roam through the universe like cosmic pirates."
"We'll conquer any planet we want."
"There's no oxygen in outer space, though."
Maxwell Ewell lifted his head to look at Scar Dog while gnawing on his meat steak.
"Tsk."
Scar Dog scoffed disdainfully: "Forget air, if you give me enough energy blocks, do you believe that I can create an independent celestial system for you?"
"Can't even imagine..."
"That's right, you can't."
Scar Dog paused briefly before looking at Maxwell and continuing: "Speaking of which, don't your slime need to eat?"
"No,"