"Don't think I'm bragging." Fatty gently cracked his knuckles, producing a crisp snap: "Consider yourself lucky to have met me. You should know, in front of a universe's top master like me, all other experts are just paper tigers. Once you get on a plane, do you still think the mountains are high?"
"Bragging!" Margaret curled her lip: "You just keep bragging. In a while... let's see what you have to say."
"Well, you just wait and see..." Fatty looked at Margaret with a cheeky grin: "Are you squeezing into the same simulation cabin with me, or using your own?"
"Who wants to squeeze in with you." Margaret snorted, climbed into the simulation cabin, and closed the hatch. Her account was already logged into the battle hall, and the whole process was plainly visible.
"Fatty!" A syrupy voice of a little kid came through the encrypted channel.
Sky-Filling Fire, a game Fatty was personally involved in developing, he couldn't be more familiar with its settings.
