"You'll probably have to face all the Time Travelers with the ID 'A Little Duckling' from now on," Qing Chen said in a tone that was both sympathetic and pained.
Nan Gengchen said expressionlessly, "Brother Chen, if you want to laugh, just laugh."
"Hahahahaha!"
The laughter lasted a full ten minutes.
Someone else in the group sent a message: "Little Duckling, how come you're not talking? If you join the group and don't talk, why did you join in the first place?"
Zhang San thought for a moment and replied, "It's 11:30 at night. Considering his ID, maybe he's at work right now..."
Qing Chen exclaimed, "Zhang San's analysis makes a lot of sense!"
Nan Gengchen slumped onto the couch, and after a long hesitation, he looked up and asked, "Brother Chen, I just want to know, if I commit suicide now, would you have to bear any legal responsibility?!"