I drop face-first onto the couch and let out the loudest, most dramatic sigh of the year.
"Sigh... I don't even know what the author is thinking anymore. At this rate, readers are gonna ditch the story, and then the author will abandon it, and I—the poor protagonist—will be left hanging in mid-crisis with no closure!"
I roll onto my back and point an accusing finger toward the ceiling.
"Author! Don't sneak in random two-chapter sitcoms right in the middle of serious alien wristband drama! I'm literally about to explode from stress! Ugh, just give me the plot, you slow turtle. I'm hijacking this story now!"
Jiang peeks his head out from the hallway, blinking like a confused puppy.
"Are you speaking to a deity again?"
"Ugh, yes! The one that keeps writing our life like a soap opera!"
He pulls off his headband with one smooth motion.
