"Hundred crystals, I'm going to find a thick stick to pry it. Wait for me here and don't go!"
"I'll go and find it too! It's thick, isn't it? How thick can it be? Can't it be big enough?"
"I'll go. Get in the car for a moment. The rain's too heavy! I feel so sticky all over my body. I've been hit in the head with oranges, sprained my waist, and the car plunged into the mud. What the hell! insulation!"
"Ah, I'm going to find the stick. The thicker the better, right? I'm going!"
"Ah, the so-called ghost you mentioned is me! It seems that the bad luck of these days has spread to you. Don't hate me for this. I am even more wronged than you..."
Thick sticks, thick sticks... Where was the thick sticks...
"What do you think about this root? No, it's not as thick as my arm! This root? No, no
