Multiverse Of Talents

The Bidding Game (1)

It was true - Adamax could hear every conversation Gizoro had with every person and groups. And as he listened, he began to suspect that Gizoro might be a public figure of some kind, with a high-ranking position in the government.

But screw that! In this place, people drove cars that looked like bulls, and flying objects were as common as rain. The whole place seemed like a fantasy, a far cry from the real world, how can there be something like government?

"Now that I think of it, I've never seen rain in this place either," Adamax mused aloud. "I wonder what the rain would look like - would it be colorful, like a rainbow? Or would it be more like a mist, or a flaming falling inferno?"

As he thought about it, Adamax started laughing uncontrollably. "Imagine if the rain was yellow, like urine," he said, giggling at his own joke. "And the texture was like little rocks!"

He couldn't help but find the whole thing hilarious.

Gizoro's voice, coming through the car speaker, harsh and sharp