"The mimetic quality of this anomalous tank is quite poor," Sun Hang said. "I've been absorbing it for a while, and it feels like..."
"Feels like what?"
"Like a cola with ice from the Golden Arch," Sun Hang said.
"Isn't that pretty good?"
"I mean the last few sips when almost all the ice has melted... bland, it's just too bland." Sun Hang shook his head regretfully.
If there's anything of value in this anomalous tank, it might just be the piece of scrap metal that Mr. Wang mentioned, which could sell for quite a bit.
