"Master... at this point, everything seems quite... hard." Bob said.
Currently, they were relaxing and watching TVBJ at Old Man Li's place, and Bob's comment was rather appropriate considering that his degenerate and yet extremely cultured Master was currently casually thumbing through his large magazine collection - which consisted of a paradise of busty, curvy and scantily clad women showing off their heavenly ass-ets - which had contributed significantly to a sharp net increase in the overall quality of the timber industry - particularly in the area of hard wood.
"Is being a Rizzmaster really worth it?"
"I see those Dark Rizzards... they just bang whoever they want, they lie, cheat, scheme, steal, manipulate, and it seems like they get what they want - power stones, pleasure... is Rizzmastery truly the best and only way?"
Old Man Li stroked himself as per usual - on his beard - as he nodded wisely, as usual giving off the aura and sense that he absolutely knew exactly what was going on, with experience as vast as the sea, having watched a thousand sails pass in the wind.
"Mmm... " He said nodding sagely, whilst refilling his Oriental tea.
There was another stretch of silence, where any normal person would expect that more words of wisdom would be uttered and added, but of course, Bob knew Old Man Li and his ways too well at this point, and knew that none would be forthcoming quite so soon.
After all, his wily old Master needed to think... as a result, he was as usual stalling for time.
He smacked his lips as he tasted his tea - it was actually up to the 5th rinse of the leaves to save money since he was broke, and had the approximate flavour and complexion of extremely dilute garden soil at this point, but nevertheless, one would swear that it was top shelf Tikuanyin based off just reading Old Man Li's facial expressions.
"Uh, Master? Your chosen disciple Bob humbly requests your words of wisdom and enlightenment concerning this matter..."