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“Where’s that ugly Homosapien that looks like a monster? I’ve been wandering around his house for who knows when,” Angelo became annoyed as he mutters to himself since he had been strolling Mark’s voluminous house for a long time. “Why is the size of that ugly being’s house so massive if he’s the only one living here.”

“Wait, it looks like I’ve already passed through this painting before,” In Angelo’s mind as he carefully examines the painting of a woman playing the violin under the moon. “Tsk, maybe it’s just my imagination. But where is that ugly Homosapien?”

Angelo continued to search for Mark. He searched everywhere and entered all the rooms he could see, but he could now see even the shadow of Mark.

“Sh*t, where is that ugly Homosapien hiding. Wait, this is the same painting I saw earlier.” He was annoyed by how big the house was. He wished he could destroy Mark’s abode in an instant. “Is he the manufacturer of this painting? There are so many paintings