Some say that Arceus created the world.
Absurd! How ridiculous!
The origin of the world clearly originated from a grand, brilliant, and unparalleled Big Bang!
In this world of destructive rays and jetting flames, only I, Raymond, hold the recipe for truth.
Listen to that beautiful sound——
The "self-destruction" of the naughty thunder bomb has no technical content, while the "explosion flame" of the fire-breathing dragon is barbaric and rude.
The real art is the dance of potassium nitrate and sulfur with microgram-level precision, the "sizzling" whisper of the fuse when it burns like a rattle eating grains, and the high-temperature lotus flower that freezes eternity on the retina at that moment!
The fragrance of gunpowder intoxicates me more than the fragrance of Miss Skirt's flowers;
The trembling of the shock wave was more soothing than Gardevoir's mental fortification.
My name is Raymond, I am an ordinary maintenance shop uncle, and a part-time worker who works hard to achieve the "one explosion a day" KPI every day.
I really just want to find a corner where no one is and quietly appreciate my art.
As for the Rockets base that was blown up into the sky?
And the legendary beast that was forced to appear due to the shock wave of the explosion?
"Miss Junsha, could you please put the handcuffs away?"
Raymond flicked the black ash on his windbreaker helplessly and showed a mature and innocent smile:
"I'll say it one last time, I'm really a good citizen. It was just my water heater that exploded... It's true."
