"Don't worry, I can fix his mad dog syndrome. If he's crazy, I'll make him crazier," Ye Chen said.
"Stop spouting useless crap. We're about to get roasted!" the Red Demonic Spirit complained.
"Just bear with it a bit longer. That foul-mouthed guy will run out of steam soon."
"I'm running out of steam too."
Ye Chen went on, "Hang in there. Tonight we feast on dog meat."
"My god, you're all insane. Bumping into you is like having a knife at my throat!"
Ye Chen, more composed, said, "Stop whining, you're annoying me."
Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped endlessly from his forehead. His face was turning as red as a monkey's backside from the heat.
"I've squeezed out every bit of my energy," complained the Red Demonic Spirit.
"Give it another good squeeze. I believe there are a few more drops left," Ye Chen shouted, trying to draw out as much energy as possible.