"You really have a heavy taste! It's nauseating."
Wanli Fengdao, with his eyes half-closed and a poker face, complained, "Just by opening your mouth, I know—you're such a boomer."
"Really? I think it's not too bad," Li Ang waved his hand nonchalantly. "The lethal dose for a real weeaboo should go like this—
PUH HUH HUH.
'You 'lowly creatures'... dare to 'delude' yourselves?
Look, 'true otaku' stuff—I bet you don't understand a thing about it.
(Laughs)
Well, well, well...
But watching your ridiculous attempts to imitate an 'otaku',
has somehow slightly piqued my interest in 'three-dimensional idiots'."
"Why are you so proficient at this!" Wanli Fengdao complained, feeling a mix of annoyance and tightness in his chest as he watched Li Ang stand on one leg, close one eye, and stretch out his palm to form a 6+1 hand gesture by tucking in his middle and ring fingers. "Imitating it so well only reveals that you're a true old weeaboo..."
