Qin Shou, while wiping the sweat off his forehead, said, "I guess there's no one else like you. Even among cats, you must be exceptional."
Fat Cat, extremely pleased, squinted and said, "You truly know how to talk, big bro. By the way, how about giving me some meat to eat?"
Looking at Fat Cat's greedy appearance, Qin Shou was somewhat baffled and asked, "How come after all these years here, you haven't—hmm—strived to climb up and starved to death?"
With a proud smile, Fat Cat said, "Don't you have any idea how you got here? I may climb slowly, but I am pretty good at lying in wait for rabbits. Those guys you ate earlier were a group of Flea Spirits that I had carefully cultivated. Unfortunately, you ate them all. It will take some time to cultivate more…"
After saying that, Fat Cat scratched his butt.
Qin Shou turned around and vomited... mentally exclaiming, "Damn it to hell!"