Chapter 20 Undersea sex, someone secretly filmed

"Ha! Two octopuses of the same sex were photographed by American scientists when they were having sex." He slapped the science page of USA Today on my face. "Hmm...does the United States finally have such boring scientists?..."—I really hope I can continue to sleep, for this kind of scientist who candidly film people having sex, they have to open their eyes, even for people like me That being said, is it too much to ask? "Idiot! How could you say such a thing?! Is it an American scientist? It's not the point at all!" ——He chopped the fruit cutting knife vigorously, and I, who was sleeping soundly, and I, who was already sleeping soundly The five tomatoes woke up with a fright.

Alas, the octopuses must have never imagined that they would mess up and make love in the sea, and even both Tomato and I would not be able to sleep well. "Ah, although it's not our fault, please accept our apology." ——The octopus on the bottom of the sea raised its head and said quietly. They originally wanted to raise their hands to their eyebrows to salute, but because they had too many hands and no eyebrows at all, they gave up this matter for the time being. "Hey, hello, hello! If you want to wake up, please wake up completely, okay?" He tapped the table with the handle of his knife—"I'm talking to you about new discoveries in biology, what are you muttering about?" Woolen cloth?!"

Tomatoes have an expression of "it's none of my business". It seems that I am the only one who will continue to take on the task of dialogue. "Well, well, the focus is not on American scientists, so what is it?"—Once I had a sense of the situation, I stopped evading it, shifted to an optimistic mood, and picked up the newspaper to read— "The point is the octopuses, right?! The point is finding out that octopuses can have sex, right?! That's great, I'm so happy for them!" - On the endless assortment of incredible discoveries in science , I often don't know what to do other than be happy for them.

"What are you talking about, you idiot!" He was so angry that he was about to pass out, but when he wanted to get an egg, he got a tomato, and knocked the tomato on the edge of the pot again and again, like a figure wrestler performing vigorously—— "What's so special about octopuses having sex?!" The more he tapped, the more excited he became: "It's only the same gender that is so strange! Do you understand?! The point is the same sex! It's two male octopuses having sex! That's the point!" By the time he stopped shouting, the poor tomato was stuck on the rim of the pot.It looked like the pot had been hit by him, and a lump was swollen on his head.

"Oh—so that's the point." I was craving his roasted stuffed eggplant stuffed tomatoes, so it was cooperative. However, both of them are male, is it really so remarkable? If I had both hands right, I'd start to feel a little bit better. "Uh... octopuses are usually not like this, is it?" I asked cautiously. "How do I know?! It's just that scientists don't quite understand this, so it's exciting!" He excitedly stuffed the cubed tomatoes into the sliced ​​eggplant. "Then how do they know these two octopuses are having sex?!" I asked.

"Hey, can't you read the newspaper by yourself?!" He picked up the newspaper and read: "The male octopus puts its tentacles-like sex organs into the opponent's back cavity, and it lasted for sixteen minutes. The smaller one An octopus, gasping violently for the last six minutes..." He read it in a very undignified tone, probably the least dignified it has ever been read since the publication of USA Today. "It can't just be said that they are having sex." I complained: "Maybe it's just like monkeys, scratching each other's itch. Don't make too much fuss, right?"

"But, the sex organs have already been put in! Besides, they are all male!" He was so anxious, he really didn't know what was wrong with him. "Didn't you put the tomato in the eggplant?" I pointed to the plate: "Besides, you haven't figured out the gender difference between the tomato and the eggplant first, have you? Maybe they are two males." Oh? Or, it’s not bad if they’re all from mothers!” I was talking so hard I didn't have time to stop him from dumping the plate of stuffed tomatoes into my goldfish bowl. "Hey, did you eat so luxuriously today?" The fat goldfish in the tank probably only cares about such things.Very close to my style.