The peaceful and tranquil life is nothing but an illusion and fantasy. I have been swept into the vortex of this era of war. Unable to escape, I can only struggle endlessly.
The blast door was gently pushed open, and Boswell walked in. Fatty quickly closed his eyes and lay on Milan's lap.
"Get up, stop playing dead in front of me!" Boswell grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Fatty.
"I'm a bit dizzy..." Fatty reluctantly sat up, the flesh on his waist pinched twice hard by Milan.
"I know you're tired..." Boswell sighed, patting Fatty on the shoulder: "But now is not the time for you to rest. When the war is over, we'll take Little Pi back to Gallipalan Laboratory and live our lives."
Milan clung to Fatty, thinking sweetly about the future life. Turning her head, she saw Fatty looking embarrassed, hesitating as if he wanted to speak but stopped... Feeling great hatred, she kicked him hard. Three sons? Ann Lei, Bonnie... this dead Fatty, who knows how many more he has!
