Xing: I have a question.
Qiong: What is it?
Xing stares blankly at the bat-themed vigilantes gathered around a hot pot, singing, dancing, eating, and drinking.
That's so weird. I need to take another look!
Xing: This is supposed to be a secret identity power fantasy. How did it end up like this?
Qiong is busily dumping vegetables and meatballs into the hot pot. He freezes for a few seconds at the question, then carries on eating and drinking.
Theme: ???
