"These humans are so pathetic. Tsk, tsk. A gentle squeeze and they scream so miserably."
"Nice weather we're having today."
"How are your hemorrhoids?"
"Hey, bro, got a light?"
"To be honest, I'm finding these days a little hard to get through..."
Ten Mikes chattered all at once, gradually closing in and crowding the first Mike in the middle.
At this point, Mike finally realized something was wrong. He twitched his shoulders, trying to shake off the hands, but couldn't budge them at all. He roared angrily, "Are you all crazy!?"
All the copies possessed the same personality as him; they would never act or speak like this.
'Something's wrong. I'm getting a completely unfamiliar feeling from these copies around me...'
A copy next to him didn't answer, but muttered to himself, "Jingwei, we can begin. Can you turn the high-frequency noise into a piece of music? Just using plain white noise is a bit boring..."
