C387 The Highest Realm of Being a Loser Is to be a Loser in Public

With tears streaming down his face, Cello Everett pushed Mark into a beach chair and offered him a slice of chilled watermelon.

"Here, have some watermelon!"

"…"

Mark accepted the watermelon, tears still flowing.

If only he had known, he would have contented himself with the watermelon.

But now...

Here he was, reclining on a beach chair, savoring the icy fruit