[Comprehensive] plagiarism

On the dialectical relationship between supermarket shopping and world domination ([-])

When the sky turned white again the next day, Mr. Dasheng, who had been promoted to Dasheng Second Dumb, was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.He wobbled a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.land?Straight = sleepable.Oh yeah!

Young Tom, who also fought all night, was still in high spirits (is this the difference between attacking and receiving?...Eh? Attacking and receiving?).

While sorting out Dasheng's drawings, Tom thought, I have to say, Dasheng Erdai is a very talented painter, at least he can't create such a cat with personality in one night. "Loveme, feedme, and neverleaveme. (Love me, feed me, and never leave me.)" For some reason, Tom suddenly felt that this sentence was so catchy.

Dasheng next to him had finished surveying the floor and was about to fall down and sleep directly on the floor of the studio.

"Garfield? Why is it called Garfield? And it's a foreign cat. I thought your foreign language wasn't very good." Tom turned back with the drawing...==Hey, are you so desperate?If you sleep on the floor, you will catch a cold.By the way, since when did I start caring about other people's health?

"Thank you, do I need to remind you that the background of the Harry Potter comic I drew is in England?" Mr. Dasheng said with his eyes closed, "Also, whoever speaks a foreign language is not good, you Only the foreign language is not good, and the foreign language of your household registration book is not good!"

"Well, I'm the only one in our family, and my foreign language really needs to be improved." Tom said, like Chinese.

Garfield?Do you feel familiar?Yes, this time Mr. Dasheng finally extended his evil hand to the world-famous orange fat cat that loves to eat human food.

Teacher Dasheng's idea is actually very simple, that is, since the other party is a foreign cat, even if it really exists, it can't cross the ocean to find itself again, can it?The power of Tom's lessons learned is really too great.And... if it is really unfortunate that such a cat comes to the door, he is also willing to support it.

Better than raising Tom, who doesn't contribute anything prominently to the family other than his love of throwing away his belongings!Teacher Dasheng thought, and, and...

ZZZzzzz...

Young Tom sighed, resigned to his fate, held the drawing in one hand, picked up Teacher Dasheng in the other, and skillfully placed him in the next room.Dasheng's studio and bedroom are two connected rooms, and there is a small door in the middle for him to enter and exit the two rooms at will.

Putting Dasheng on the bed, Tom looked at the big cat grinning at him in the painting, and said to Dasheng's sleeping face: "Greedy, lazy, sinister, cunning, vain, narcissistic, and also responsible. , more independent, stronger. Are you really sure you're not drawing yourself as a cat again? Well, Garfield has a little more smile than you."

Mr. Dasheng responded to the boy Tom's soliloquy with a hoot.

Young Tom resigned himself to his fate and began to send drafts to the editor Yan Fei. He had seen the thing called a fax machine that Dasheng used yesterday, and he felt that he should have no major problems——

--Bar?

When Teacher Dasheng got up, Boy Tom told him with a sad face: "Let's go buy another fax machine."

==During the eight hours I fell asleep, what evil did you do...

Anyway, well, no matter how you say it, Tom Boy still used an abnormal method, called magic for short, to deliver Mr. Dasheng's drawing to the editor Yan Fei on time.Didn't really ask the editor to find a place in the middle of the night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, quietly and gently, alone at the door of Dasheng's house, in order to achieve the goal of a newspaper that was as destructive as possible and as quiet as possible (revenge social) purpose.Abbreviation, self-hanging southeast branch.

Cough, these days the editor's method of prompting updates is really all-encompassing, just look at it seriously.

So many years later, the summer of mid-July in 1943 in the imperial calendar became a memorable day.Because the world-famous orange fat cat was born in an ordinary afternoon, in the corridor of Dasheng's house, next to the phone, it only took 15 minutes, almost all of which were stick figures of circles within circles.

On the afternoon of the second day after Garfield was born, Mr. Dasheng, Garfield's father, took Tom Boy, the electrical terminator, to a shopping mall in the city center.

In addition to buying a new fax machine, they are also planning to go to the underground supermarket to replenish the little food at home.

Two people, one trolley.

"How about having hot pot tonight?" Dasheng's hand had already reached for the hot pot seasoning.

Tom shrugged: "Anything. By the way, I thought about it, and I think it would be a good idea to be a Dark Lord according to what you said in your comics. Of course, a Dark Lord who won't be pushed down by a baby."

Dasheng looked back: "Have plans? Do you like to eat enoki mushrooms or shiitake mushrooms? Or enoki mushrooms, I like it."

Tom directed their car and walked towards the vegetable area: "Yes, at least I have to graduate from Hogwarts first. I want to eat chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, the one I ate last time was delicious."

"Looks like you finally have a sense of humor, but I'm afraid graduating from Hogwarts is not the first step in the Dark Lord's growth strategy. I mean, do you have anything more feasible? Like how do you want to become a Dark Lord?" Demon King, where can you find your hands?" Dasheng took a bag of enoki mushrooms and put them in the cart basket, "By the way, congratulations on finally starting to like vegetables too, little rabbit~"

Tom beat Dasheng on the head unceremoniously, then put the chrysanthemum chrysanthemum into the basket and said, "I have some goals, my classmates at school, pure blood. I also want to eat sweet potatoes."

"Okay, sweet potato." Dasheng picked and picked the smallest sweet potato to weigh, and continued after returning, "Excuse me, sir, have you done a population census? According to my simple estimate, the whole of Britain is now about There are a total population of around 500 million. Excluding Muggles, only less than [-] people are wizards, and less than [-] of these wizards are pure blood.

Are you sure you know that the meaning of your subordinates is equivalent to the army, equivalent to cannon fodder, equivalent to the sentence that one general will succeed and the bones will dry up?Even if you subdue all the purebloods, the remaining wizards and Muggles are enough to drown you by spitting. "

Dasheng began to take stock of what was in his basket, enoki mushrooms, crown chrysanthemums, sweet potatoes, and the wide noodles that Tom had just put in. Yo, vegetables are over, let’s move on to meat! (==)

"When did you start researching the population issue? And isn't that how you draw it in your comics? Of course you haven't officially launched the Death Eaters organization, but I think this is the direction in which you draw." Tom frowned, "Bring more mutton, I'm afraid it's not enough."

Dasheng looked down at the three big bags of loose mutton slices in the basket, and gave his evaluation without hesitation: "Food!" Then he added three more bags, "Population problem? I just happened to glance at it Today's newspaper said that Britain's 500 millionth citizen was born today, and the rest of the data were roughly estimated.

Then, need I remind you?My comics will end up with the traditional routine of the savior defeating the Dark Lord. If you want to lose again, I don't mind if you really follow the comics. "

"Sure enough, you drew the comics yourself, right?" Tom Boy has been holding on to this question.

Teacher Dasheng's face was paralyzed and he was speechless. He didn't answer yes or no. He was already planning to play tricks to the end.

Tom was not surprised and started to continue the topic just now: "I think your comics reminded me a lot, for example, the Malfoy family is not trustworthy, at least the one named Lucius is not trustworthy, he is Abu's son, yes Is it? Or do you mean that I should lower my standards?" Tom was extremely unwilling, "Go and get the fat cow, I want to eat the ones from Inner Mongolia."

"Actually, the ones from the original factory are much tastier than the frozen ones shipped by air. Idiots who lack common sense in life!"

Then, Teacher Dasheng went to get the beef slices without complaint, and after putting them back, he continued to say: "Why not? You should give the mixed race a chance, think about yourself, the mixed race does not mean that you are not good. I am not asking you Give mixed blood a chance, but give excellent people a chance, even if they are Muggle-born, there will be excellent talents. For specific examples, please refer to Hermione and Harry's mother.

Moreover, in a sense, those mixed-races will have their own families. Counting the people in their families, as long as you subdue them, it is equivalent to subduing half of the population of the magic world. "

The supermarket service worker responsible for weighing the meat cast a strange look at the two people who had a slightly strange conversation.

Teacher Dasheng said to the other party without saying a word: "We are discussing a home version of a strategic real-time game, the one with magic elements. Are you right? The essence of the army is not the essence, but the many, After all, war is a meat grinder."

"Yes, many ants kill elephants." The service staff in the supermarket thought they had the truth.

Dasheng pushed the trolley and left with Tom: "Look, even a very ordinary worker can answer your truth. A great national leader once said that people's war is always beneficial. We Go get some crab sticks and fish balls, I like these, do you want quail eggs?"

"I want shrimp!" Tom replied decisively, and then he bowed his head and mused on the dialectic of population and victory.

"But shrimp is very expensive, who do you think is paying for your recent expenses?!" The person who controls the lifeline of the whole family is always very firm in his waist and tone.

"Then the quail eggs..." Young Tom compromised. Currently, he does have a little bit of financial constraints.