'Butterflies are definitely called butterflies because they gracefully fly through the heavens and dispense premium spiritual butter.'
'Yes, that makes perfect logical sense. That is the absolute truth of the Great Dao.'
'Honey bees are naturally called honey bees because they secretly smoke profound canabeeesss inside their little hexagonal sects...'
Aunt Valentina floated peacefully within an endless sea of utter nonsense. Her supreme Grandmaster brain was completely fried into degenerate mush.
'Where exactly am I? Is this the legendary ultimate paradise of the Upper Realms? No... wait... yes... mhmmm...'
She genuinely did not know what was happening to her physical vessel anymore.
The feeling of the freezing stone wall pressed against her flattened jade melons felt like a distant, incredibly fuzzy memory.
Her jaw hung completely slack. Thick, shameless drool steadily dripped from her plump lips onto the floorboards.
