The day after my mother forcibly took me to the North Pole, I fell into a crevasse.
The cell phone signal is weak, but I can still call my mother to say goodbye.
[You'd better be dead. A stupid pig like you will lower the average human IQ even if you are alive.
She hung up the phone impatiently and didn't give me any time to speak.
A minute later, I became an ice sculpture and was buried under the ice and snow.
Until I appeared in the laboratory as an experimental material.
My mother, a normally calm and collected scientist, finally went crazy.
