In the room where Wesley of the Wayne Family lived, Wesley hummed a little tune, holding a bottle of chilled cola in his hand as he leaned back leisurely on the sofa.
"Refreshing!"
In a wonderful mood, Wesley took a big gulp of the ice-cold soda, pulled out his phone, and prepared to call Fatty.
He had successfully broken through to become a One-Star Beast Tamer. With such incredibly good news, how could he, as Fatty's good brother, be the only one celebrating?
As the saying goes, "sharing joy is better than keeping it to oneself." He had to let Fatty know and get him involved!
"Hey, Fatty!"
"Yo! Dog Wesley, is the sun rising from the west today? This is the first time you've ever called me of your own accord."
Fatty's cheap, wretched voice rang out from the phone.
"Haha! Cut it out, Fatty. I'm calling to tell you some incredibly great news!"
"I see. No wonder your laughter sounds like you're high on drugs. Master Fatty is all ears!"
